But it's hard. Every day, every minute of every day; I think of your mom. Thankfully, I have work. You've taught me so much in the past few weeks. ...I feel now, that I can take care of myself." Just remember dad...mom wouldn't want you to stop living. She would expect you to move forward."I nodded my head. I knew my daughter was right. "I still find it hard to believe...that she's gone."Amanda grew quiet. Still, her fingers were idly stroking my chest. At some point, she had popped a. The two huge globes jiggled and bounced in my grip as I kept pounding at her cunt, until I let go of one and smacked it hard. Jenna let out a scream like I had stabbed her, but she just kept telling me to keep going, to punish her for what Rachel did to me. I felt my cock swell inside her, and knew I was getting close, but I wanted more. I quickly untied her legs and pinned them on my shoulders, forcing my huge cock deeper into her willing pussy."Fuck yes! Fuck me master! Fuck me useless, fat. "So what did you make?" he asked lightly, following her in and watching as she got a bud vase down to put the rose in."Spaghetti with my father's special sauce and his secret garlic bread. I had to blackmail the recipe out of him and it wasn't easy." She took the vase over to the table and then went back to the kitchen, pouring the wine she'd gotten out. "Oh, no. I forgot to ask, are you on call tonight?" Nope, I'm all yours, for however long you want me," he quipped, taking the glass she. I couldn't help it. She was leaning over a bit, watching me shoot off, oohing and ahhing about how much and how far, so I bent over and stuck my finger in her bra to pull it out to see the rest of her tits. She let go of me, slapped my hand and said, "What kind of a girl do you think I am?"She got up and stalked off, real mad. I shook off my prick and put it away. I was going to have to figure out this playing around stuff. How come it was OK for her to reach inside my pants and play with me.