Walt sat on his front porch swing, thinking back to that horrible day. It had been two years to the day that so many lives had been changed. The day that Walt would never forget.
Betty recovered from the terrible beating and rape, but something had not mended in her mind. After leaving the hospital, she tried one more time to get Walt back in her life. But, when her attempts failed, she slipped out of town with only the clothes on her back and hasn't been seen in two years.
Her husband Tom has spent every dollar and minute of the last two years trying to find the woman he loved so much. He goes from town to town searching for his lost love.
The rapist biker was found a few days after the unspeakable things he did to Betty and dear, sweet, Tammy. The police had him cornered in an abandoned warehouse; he pulled a gun from his pocket and was shot to death by the state police.
Walt and… 'PLOP' the three-month-old baby landed in Walt's lap; "It's your turn. She won't go to sleep for me. She wants her Daddy." She said walking to the big wicker chair, flopping down in it.
"What's the matter with my baby? You're pissing Mommy off. Daddy needs to be with Mommy. It's been a few days." He said to the little baby girl. Seeing a little grin appearing on her small face, "come on, its bed time." Walt walked to the baby's room. Laying her in the crib and turning on some soft music.
Within minutes the little girl was sound asleep, clearing the way for Walt to be with her mother. It had only been a few days since their last love making, but it seemed like years. Walt lived to have his cock buried in his sweet, young wife. She too loved having his, long, thick cock resting in her warm sex.
He walked to the chair she sat in, gently sitting beside her thin, sexy body, Walt said with a smile, "All clear!" he saw the look of love and lust fill her soft green eyes, "Mrs. Anderson, I truly need to be with you for a while." He pulled the young girl into his arms; he kissed her soft lips.
"Mr. Anderson, I have a small problem I'll need your help with." She smiled at Walt, her next words to him always turned them both on so much, "our little girl didn't nurse at all today. Do you think you could, help me?" Her body began to tingle thinking of Walt sucking the warm milk from her breasts.
"Mrs. Tammy Anderson, I'd be privileged to help you!" His cock started to grow as he thought of her swollen breast in his mouth, sucking the warm milk that poured from her body always turned him on. Walt moved in front of his young wife, he sat before her, on his knees, his hands began the task of pulling off her blouse. Then her tiny bra, exposing her wonderful breasts.
"This turns me on so much!" she moaned, knowing in just few seconds he would be sucking the milk from her inflamed breasts, "I love you so much." She smiled, and pulled his mouth to her body. He slowly began sucking her tender nipple. The warm milk flowed from her breast; her tender sex was on fire.
