Dating someone with bratty kids

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That she became my daughters bff that year, that moment, they being bffs in teen time, I became more aware of her just by the nature of her and Brianna, my princess, being inseperable for those last months of Bri living with me.Jill was the clown, in the right way, she was funny, but also witty, sharp tongued, but self depreciating, wasnt imtimidated by talking to an adult, knew who was president, nice.Got her up, long tongue kiss, her look of confusion, her confession of sucking boy cock, then those kids wouldnt kiss her ever, me explaining that I loved it nasty, the sloppier the better, she thrusting her fat tongue back down my throat, her tits feeling so heavy in my hands, amazing that she could be so large at fourteen, she was at least a D, little saggage, and again, her pink nips really finished it off, they were like gumdrops, couldnt help wanting to suck for hours.My cock rubbing against her soft warm belly, leaking precum like a teenager, she didnt stop my unsnapping her jeans, the zipper sounding so erotic as I lowered it, the sound of openings,feeling the heat through her red satin panties, feeling the soft pubes, knowing this had to happen, to late for anything to stop it.No I wrestled with it, but never considered stopping it, only how to manage it, so I guess I wanted it to happen, still felt like maybe I misread her intent, no I didnt, she was going to push me, she knew it wouldnt be a big push, we both knew what that fucking kiss implied, of that Im sure.After giving the girls sodas and snacks, trying not to catch Jills eye, doing it anyway, her smile half sexual half innocence, or I projected that, quickly back downstairs, laundry room, a single dads day never ends.Feeling worse, trying to get away, made her upset, we forced ourselves to talk it out, that I would admit my sexual feelings for her, that I was lonely, that I viewed her differently from her peers, who from the sound of things were having a great time cyberbullying a girl in their class, seems my kid was becoming her mom all right,so sad, so real.

With my daughter leaving early, her mom picking her up, that meant me and Jill would have all afternoon to consumate our thing, still not sure what to call it, knew what others would call it, statutary rape, fuck them, this was gonna happen, it had to happen.Seems two of the girls were cat fighting, though now they seemed more interested in out cussig each other.That they were both breathing heavy, clothes mussed up, one girl had a slight bloody nose, the other four girls underdressed and overstimulated, I was surely being tested, oh lord, my cock hurt it was so wanting out, all scrunched up in my pants, my shirt covering the bulge.All this in defense of what occured toward the end of my daughters ninth year of high school.It was just getting springlike, that feeling of surviving another hard winter propelling you, energy soaring, happy to be alive, everything kosher, I was content.

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