When McKayla died, they sent more flowers and food than we ever could have needed, and refused to take a penny from me. When I tried to slip some mone... to one of their employees afterwards, I found out they gave it to Hospice in McKayla's name.So when I asked if Maureen and I could reserve one of their back dining rooms for lunch, they closed the entire restaurant for a "private party". As much for myself as my daughter, I wanted Maureen's first meeting with her father to be somewhere that was. She pulled her knickers down to reveal a big hairy pussy. She began to suck my cock hard, by which stage my nuts were on the brink. I slipped my fingers inside her hairy pussy, which was really wet. As I worked my magic with my fingers, she began to groan. She lay on the bed next to me, whilst sucking my cock she squatted on my face. I could barely breathe as she smothered me with her wet bush. I buried my tongue inside as she gyrated, she continued to suck my cock furiously, I could taste her. Sitting on the edge of just such a pointless realization, I crushed out the last bit of my “rollie”, (better known as a cheap, hand-rolled smoke), and carefully tucked it into the worn-out Marlboro box that had served as my cigarette case for the past few weeks. Things had gotten pretty lean. The bail money, and the few dollars from family and friends, didn’t last long in the daily marathon of investing tobacco in card games and shooting lousy pool. Worse yet, protection was expensive. It had. She recognized the block and stairs.She wasn't sure which number though. She did remember that ten or twenty or thirty years before her eldest br0ther. Frits had tried the same and took a look after his retirement. He stood there pretty sure of looking at the right house.Hesitatingly an elder lady in waiting at the doorstep asked him politely if she could ask him maybe a queer question.She is of the generation, some year in the 70ies which doesn't dare to speak unasked for at an unknown.