It was of an off smell, but it did taste quite exquisite. I would almost compare it to that sweet Red Wine that I had drunk earlier, but stranger.“D... you like it?” She politely asked. I was absolutely speechless to what had just occurred. “Too shy to talk huh? Well, we’ll change that.” She said in almost a mistress-like tone. Just then she pulled off her soaked panties, flung them across the room, and sat her puffy clit down on my lips. I fought her efforts for a brief moment, but then thought. "My name is Alvin Jones, not that it really matters for the purpose ofthis story, and I am 49 years old. I live in Los Angeles, California andhave worked for the same truck company since I was 24. The woman cryingnext to me is my wife, Rachel. She's two years older than me and we bothorigin from the suburbs of LA. The child we're crying about is our sonHector, who up until just two years before his death was known as ourdaughter Helen.Helen had never really been different from other girls her. More

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