But I just couldn't see it applying too much to my Alan. Or maybe Dan or Jason. Of course, Mister Mike seems like a really good dad. All you have to d... is listen to Susan talk about him. I'm sad that I really don't have a frame of reference. I never had a dad around, or any guy that Mom brought home that I wanted to call 'Dad'.It's funny how certain situations make me think about our life together, me and Alan, and about my own life and why I am the way I am. I've thought about the 'dad' thing. She knows her pussy, ass and mouth are yours, period. So is everything else, for that matter. Almost everything, you correct yourself. Her voice. That's all hers. You can order her silence but you can't control the way she cries for you. This, she knows. And this, she uses. You've known her for months and owned her for a single day, but she learns fast, both how to please you and how to play you, just a little, just to even it up some. But it's not even. Not even close. She's getting wetter by. I said "There's a drink for you in the kitchen Harvey" a few moments later Harvey came into the living room and said "how did you know it was me?" I looked at him and said "we have been married nearly two years Harvey I know when something isn't finished with you" "I've come to see if your okay" "I'm fine you don't need to care about me and my feelings anymore we are separated now remember" "We may be separated but I refuse to believe we’re over Leon we've been though worse than this" "have we. And then I hear it... that chuckle with a hint of a growlDADDYS HOME!I pretend that I haven't noticed although he probably knows by how wet I am. he can probably feel my pulse as he slips his hand between my legs and runs his fingers against my now throbbing clit. I feel the coarse hairs of his beard brush against my neck as he leans in and begins kissing and nibbling my ear before driving his fingers knuckle deep in my dripping breeding hole. I hold my breath, trying to stifle any moans and.