Fucking her till herr mind can only process four words, fuck, daddy, and don't stopthen I'd slow down much to her disagreementShe'd whine and try to...make me go fasterbut i'd take it slow sometimes going in as hard and fast as i can only to pull out slowlyand fill her again playing with her pleasure making her want it, need itand i would give it to her go fast and hard for a while and then back to slow and sensualcausing her brain to overload with the pleasure and sensationid see her start to. It was only some years later that she discovered that such infants were treated as orphans and sent to Church orphanages with false histories, usually of having been found abandoned on the steps of the Convent...Six weeks in the infirmary, cared for by nuns for whom attending the needs of the sick was their true vocation, worked wonders for Sister Lucia's health. Then she moved back into her own cell, one much nearer the Mother Superior's study than her old one.It was not long before the. "I am sorry." And, I was."I know," she answered and squeezed my hand.I was walking on air for the rest of the day. I played golf terribly and lost a few bucks, but I didn't care. The ball game was exciting and went extra innings, but I hardly paid attention. My mind was constantly on Cindy. I knew that I had it bad for her. I also knew that I had to go slow and let her take the lead.It was after 11:30 P.M. when I got home. Cindy had already gone to bed. I saw a note on the coffee table and. Katie, her oldest, was actually her step daughter. She was 24, and Sarah, the youngest at 18. Jackie had Sarah when she was 16 and still in high school. She was home alone as both of her daughters were out. Katie was away at college and Sarah was with a friend out of town for the weekend. As soon as Sarah had left Jackie turned to start her evening. After dinner her mind wandered back to when her husband was still alive. She'd met him when she was a senior majoring in English Literature in.