" and she dried up and looked down."Because what?" he asked softly."Because ... b-because," she whispered and then looked up, "I love you." She looked...down again quickly. "And I can't bear the thought of losing you."His hand had tightened convulsively on hers and she raised her eyes again. She had never seen him look so happy. Everything about him radiated joy."Oh, Tig ... my precious little Tig ... I love you too ... have done for months." He gazed at her. He had to restrain himself yet once. "Hey girl," he said. "I saw your video and thought you might like alittle help making a new one." Sophia clapped her hands in approval."I was reading those comments," the doorman continued. "You've got somepretty sick fans, but I'm game." A shudder ran through her body and sheall but begged him to do anything her wanted to do to her.The hotel guest got a strange look on his face. I was a little concerned,but Sophia started trembling in anticipation of what was to come.Sophia handed me her phone. Her lips met mine as I pressed forward, nudging against her womanhood. She moaned into my mouth as her pussy drooled over my shaft. I rubbed back and forth, tilting to make sure I was thoroughly lubed for her. I broke our kiss, spinning her around and pressing her against the wall. I lined myself up and stuffed the tip into her tight pulsing sphincter. “How close am I now?” I whispered in her ear.“Spot fucking on.” She breathed as I impaled her. “Welcome to the mile high club.”“We should join. My mother thought the sun rose and set on her father's ass, and she always loved him, no matter what he did or failed to do. When he was up in New Haven years later, with cancer eating away at a host of his organs, she went up there and nursed him night and day for the final three weeks before he died, and then took care of all his funeral arrangements.He left everything he had to my grandmother, including his railroad pension. After his death, she was financially comfortable for the first time.