I could feel her lift up, taking their weight off me, bringing her fingers and thumbs to my nipples she just stated tugging on them. That only made me...wetter. I let my finger move just the slightest to the other side of my clit and the shiver I got with her hands tweaking my nipples and my finger made the pressure to continue to great, my hand started by its self. I couldn’t see the screen any more just feel my insides on fire. Her breath on my neck sent chills to that spot. Her lips were as. She looked up, his entire 8 inch cock in her throat, she finally did it. Soon he stopped, and he told her to open her mouth wide. She did as she was told, begging “daddy to cum for his sissy” he stood up, and his cock erupted, spurting cum all over her face, including more than a mouth full. “don’t swallow yet” he says, reaching for his phone and snapping some pictures. He finally let her swallow her reward. he buttoned his pants backed up and said he’d be right back, and ran out to his car.. He headed upstairs to the bathroom, showered and dressed in twill pants and a polo shirt.He drove along Oakwood looking for the sign for the Community Center. He spotted an older municipal building dating from the sixties. A banner reading Round Robin hung over the door. Loren parked his car in the adjacent lot and walked in.Rows of card tables had been set up with representatives from various organizations greeting visitors and handing out flyers. Loren walked past a booth for the Bonsai club. Getting up in the morning was done surrounded by clouds of one's breath in the frosty upstairs air.It was a long, cold run to the outhouse in winter. Pails under each bed were carried and emptied at morning call.Winter life at the Wolf Creek homestead seemed very closed in for Graydon, sheltered, his world centered around the warm house and the sheltering barn. He swaddled himself in boots, sweater, a heavy coat, hat and gloves, before coping with the frozen spaces outside. Work centered on.