You arched your back, leaned your head back and abruptly exhaled the breath you had been holding all this time. And then you let lose a loud moan. ‘...h my God! Yes! Yes!’ I reached both hands around you and softly placed the fingers of one of them on your clit, and situated the other hand to where my fingers could spread the lips of your twat even more than they were spread with my cock plunged deep within your tight pussy. In reaction to this, you leaned yourself back upon me and I heard you. "Yes, you have a daughter, Kasey. Momma and Poppa tried to get me to give her up, but I couldn't. I worked hard and I made a life for the two of us. Momma and Poppa helped. Poppa even tried to find you. After a couple of years, we stopped trying. Kasey grew up knowing she had a father, but that he didn't know about her. I explained it as best I could. I don't think she felt cheated until Poppa died two years ago. And then Momma went last year. We were still fine. I tried several times over the. After breakfast, I rode the bike to the mall. I wondered again about the charge time thing, since I was still doing all the same physical activity things. Surely it took more power to ride the bike all over town, than it did to sit at home using the brain for creative thinking, I believed it was called.I walked the mall and found that I had the same energy level, but that I didn't need to force myself to walk at a human's pace any longer. It had become natural to walk at a reasonably fit middle. Then to the utter surprise of all present, including the Emir, she launched into a slightly amended version of Gilda's aria Caro Nome expressing her love for the young man before her, who was in fact her Emir. As the beautiful soprano voice filled the throne room with the magic of Verdi's music, all of the audience were moved, and tears came into the Princess Zubeydeh's eyes.As the music faded away there was a spontaneous round of applause, and Lama moved gracefully over to the whipping bench.