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I walked down to breakfast in one of my new nighties. She tipped the bottle to put a small drop on her finger then rubbed it behind one of my ears. Now she sleeps in a fucking girdle with a flannel nightgown. Honest.”
Daddy asked, “How long have you been fucking your mother?”
Bobby answered, “Since I turned fourteen, maybe four and a half years now.”
Daddy got in Mommy’s face and said, “Pack your stuff, get out, and don’t expect anything in the divorce or I’ll see to it that you rot in jail.”
Mommy was crying when she left the kitchen. His cock felt so good inside me that I didn’t want him to take it out. Now six weeks after her birthday her father was confiding in her, “Sydney I don’t know how much long I can take it.
