Owning her. His big balls emptying into her belly. Squirting his load into her.She begins to adjust to him being so big in her. The pain subsiding sli...htly as the throbbing begins to feel good to her. She reaches down and rubs her fingertips over her large clit. Pressure and little circles, the tingling starting right away. Her looking toward camera, her face still half obscured by her long hair and big sunnies.“I can feel him squirting inside me…” She smiles a little. Clearly still in pain,. She hadn't noticed that I was there in the corner gawking at her stupidly as she undressed and stepped in the shower. I stood up and slowly and quietly tiptoed over so I could have a closer look at her in the shower. She was so gorgeous. Her name was Alicia Dickson with long blonde hair and blue eyes with a stunning and slender figure. And her breasts. Oh, man, her breasts were like soft pillow cushions that you just wanted to bury your face in. What was I thinking? I wasn't gay, was I? But. She isn’t good about following that rule, but she sure is insistent on enforcing it.” She had asked, way back, and Valerie had chosen that name. Or had she given her a choice that didn’t include ‘Sparky’?“Well,” she asked. “Do you think that your daddy’s rule is a good one?”“Yes.”“Will you follow it yourself?”“Yes,” said Valerie-Sparky.“I’m going to marry your daddy. Do you remember that?” Sparky nodded. “When I do, not now but when I do, will you call me what I want to be called?”“You don’t. Every night at approximately 11:30pm, I would log in to chat. Jack would be there waiting for me. His first words, how was your day? My husband never asked that, it was as if he didn’t care how my day had gone. We would exchange the small talk for a few minutes and the conversation would turn. All he had to do was tell me how much he had been thinking about me and I was putty in his hand from that point. He would start by telling me how he longed to just hold me in his arms and brush my hair.