Can't we go back to Germany? Please, daddy! I promise I'll be good if we go back!" I said, the tears flowing freely at the immediate thought of him le...ving me for a week, and the distant thought of living in the frightening place that was Washington, D. C. back then.Dinner forgotten, daddy came around to my chair and enfolded me in his arms, stroking my hair. "I'm sorry, Alexandra. We don't have much of a choice. Home is where the Army sends us, not where we would like to go. For the next. " It's not that bad..." Really? How do you know she isn't just setting you up? You screwed up her meal ticket."The same thing had occurred to me almost daily but I didn't want to admit it. "I guess I don't. But I can't just throw them out on the street now." You can, but you won't." We had taken a seat at the counter and ordered a couple of fruit drinks. "Right now you're just reacting. You need a plan, man. Bet you wish your old man was here." Ain't that the truth." My father had passed away. We watched each other like that until suddenly she jumped into my arms. She was crying, big tears rolling down her post-orgasmic cheeks.“Are you okay?” I asked, a little worried that we had done too much too soon.“More than okay,” she replied. “I understand how to live. I am crying for my lost time, when my pleasure was submersed in peculiar notions of a god, when I had to feel my own pleasure in secret.”I held her close, and let the love flow between us. Love based on respect and appreciation,. "Eric gave himself a few extra strokes before pointing his cock downward. Hot, white bursts of cum exploded from him. He held himself tight to her as he inched slowly up her slit, filling it while she watched with delight. As his orgasm slowed he pushed forward and penetrated her again for a few finishing strokes, his cock disappearing into her through the pool of milky whiteness. Alexis's eyes bounced back and forth between Eric's eyes and his thrusting cock, marveling at his stamina. "Take.