" Baby's speech impediment getting on Melanie's nerves now. "I don't know what you three heard, but I don't do consignments. Plus, why don't you tell ...harlez. I don't know what you're even talking about really." "Where is that dick-head? He in the Filly?" I'd like to hear you call him that to his face, pussy... "Yeah, you want me to tell him the Three Blind Mice are looking for him?" "Calm down girl, we ain't 'looking' for him. We just saw you and wanted to give you an opportunity. But if you. Free from the pain, the lies, the suffering, the broken promises… free from the thoughts that my dad doesn’t love me. He surely did. The beast was bigger than him. ‘Let your tears come. Let them water your soul.’ ~Eileen Mayhew The week between his death and his funeral was hard. I cried. Each time I cried, another sliver of my heart replaced itself. I was healing from the inside out. The day my mother and I went to do his hair, I was appalled at his appearance. He’d gotten more gray hair. He might as well have said “We’ll come down to eat after we fuck.” Although I’m sure the words were not necessary for Rick to guess at what we’re about to do, I’m embarrassed anyway. But the embarrassment is not enough to change the fact that I’m hot and wet and ready for Kyle to take me any which way. Seeing Rick just made that ache between my legs that much more intense. We practically run to the room, and once we are inside with the door closed behind us, we’re both shedding clothes as. Overtime, Becca began to move faster, swaying back and forth as she rolled her flawless boobs over my cock. I loved cumming all over Becca's tits and seeing her reaction, but I wasn't ready to cum just yet. “Alright, that's enough,” I said, prompting Becca to release my cock. I gasped a few times as I reacted to the pleasure that Becca had given me. Becca fell back and lay in the endzone. She remained on her back as she waited for me to insert my cock inside of her. I rubbed my cock up.