She thought about the great massages that David used to give. She smiled to herself, remembering what the massages had usually led to. And how well he...did that, too. She knew Ellen wouldn't mind if he gave her a massage. Ellen had been there when he'd done a lot more than that. Ah, the good old days. Twenty years of every three or four years having some casual sex together. Such great casual sex!It was after her husband Sam had left and before Ellen's late term miscarriage. They'd gotten. Maybe she was on the streets of the Cleveland ghetto right now, officially becoming the whore he knew she was.Then he saw her little silver purse on the kitchen counter. She hadn't run away. She was still in the house.He knew that he wasn't going to be able to relax until he confirmed this, though. After all, it was too much to ask for. So George, walking softly, went to the stairs. He ascended them. He stood in front of his little girl's door. And then he knocked.At first there was no. One hand moved down to the soft thatch of hair between her legs. As he sucked her nipple he slid a finger into her slit and found that she was wet for him already. Sucking her nipple he ran his finger lightly against her clit and ever so gently slid one finger inside of her from time to time. Every time his finger slid in her muscles would constrict around his finger, making his cock throb. If she was this tight around one finger what would it be like to plunge into her with a rock hard cock?. "Yes, Sam, it does," she screamed and Sam put his hand on her arm."I'm sorry, really I am, I had a bit to drink, and I did something stupid. I won't do it again."Katherine clenched her fists and pushed the hand of her boyfriend away, her normal smiling face gripped by fury. "Get off me." But Kat. Come on, talk to me."Katherine smirked. "OK. You are a self-obsessed, cheating, lying, nasty piece of scum with a small cock and an unhealthy obsession with my underwear. You don't wash properly so you.