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She bent lower and fed the doughy warm prick into her mouth. She knew how much Hal enjoyed having his cock sucked. Maybe this would do the job. She sucked it all the way in, pressing it close between tongue and palate, teasing it with her tongue. She began to suck, enjoying the fat little cock in her mouth.

"Nice, honey," Hal said gently.

He felt he had to praise her, she was working so hard to arouse and please him. He lay back with his arms tucked behind his head, letting the cute little teenager do the work. Her tiny mouth seemed hugely stretched by his thick flaccid dick, but she sucked swiftly and greedily.

Hal watched her, thinking how really lucky he was. Most men only dreamed of I having a pretty thirteen-year-old girl suck their dicks. In fact he'd dreamed of it himself for years. Now that it was happening, though, he did not feel hotly excited. Debby's warm wet mouth felt very pleasant on his cock, of course, but he wasn't going out of his mind for her like he had a few days ago…

Suddenly it struck him – he was cured. He was cured of that sick lust for little girls. The crisis with Brenda must have done it. He wanted his wife, the woman he loved, more than anything else. She was more important to him than all his horny fantasies or all the teenage cunts he'd ever have.

Too bad he'd been cured so late in the game. If it had happened yesterday, Brenda might still love him.

Poor little Debby sucked and sucked on his limp meat, but she wasn't getting anywhere…




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Brenda went down to the women's lounge and changed into her street clothes. She took the new costume and crumpled it into a ball and carried it to Denton's office. He was lounging behind his desk, giving her that knowing leer. She threw the costume in his face.

"I don't want your lousy job," she said. "You didn't tell me I'd have to deal with a bunch of sickies."

Denton sneered. "You couldn't take it, huh?" he said. "You're no trooper, baby."

"I don't care," said Brenda. "I have a wonderful husband at home, and that's where I'm going to stay."

Denton laughed harshly. "Don't count on it, doll," he said. "You've got hot pants. One man ain't enough. You'll be back."

"Up yours, creep," said Brenda.

She marched out of the Red Dragon for the last time. Her only thought was to get home to Hal, talk to him, somehow make up their quarrel. He was the only man she cared about. Somehow she had to save their marriage, bring the love back into it.

When she got home, she saw the bedroom light, and she guessed what was happening. Her guess was confirmed when she walked quietly down the hall and looked into the bedroom. Hal hadn't waited up for her. He'd been kept awake by something else.

He lay naked on the bed, hands folded behind his head, letting Debby suck his cock. Brenda saw her daughter's curly brown head bouncing up and down over his lap, his thick wet prick zipping in and out of the girl's mouth. Her daughter blowing her husband…





CHAPTER TWELVE




Brenda took a deep breath and steadied herself. She had only herself to blame for this scene. She'd told both Hal and Debby that it was okay for them to go on making it. So if she couldn't fight them, she'd join them.

She put on a big friendly smile and walked into the room. "Well, hello there," she said.

Hal looked sheepish but said nothing. Debby jerked her head up, and Hal's cock slipped from her mouth. It was completely limp.

"Oh, hi, Mom," Debby said, smiling. "Boy, am I glad to see you. I need your help. I've been sucking and sucking Hal's cock, and I just can't make it hard. I bet you know a way to do it, though."

Brenda blushed. She would never get used to this new generation of kids, their complete naturalness about sex. Debby showed no shame, no hang-ups at all. Maybe her parents could learn something from that.

"I just might know what to do," Brenda said mysteriously. She smiled and tousled Debby's hair. "Honey," she said, "be a good girl and go get me the Vaseline. It's in the bathroom cabinet."

"Sure, Mom," said Debby.

The girl leaped off the bed and trotted out of the room. Brenda began to undress. Hal watched her longingly.

"Did you…?" he said. He couldn't finish.

Brenda knew what he wanted to ask. "Yes," she said, "I gave it one try. He was a real sicko. It was a mistake of me to think I could handle a job like that. I won't be going back."

She saw the relief in Hal's eyes. She realized, with excitement and pleasure, that he still loved her.

"That's not the only reason," she said. "It's not just that I hate the job. It's that I can't stop loving you. I want to be your woman, Hal, nobody else's. Do you think we can get it together again?"