She said you were a very dear friend from before I was born. Mama and Daddy were divorced seven months ago and she is very lonely. If you still have t...is email address and are interested in meeting me and my brother, and getting reacquainted with Mama, you could write me back – I think I know how we could all get together, and even surprise Mama. Please write back if you get this email. Jeanette’ Cal read the email through twice before going to the picture window in the living room and staring. It was magical to watch. Her eyes softened, her laughter faded away to a small, almost shy smile.“I love you, Dad,” she said softly.Man-oh-man, was I lost. She very rarely told me how she felt about me, usually a quick, “Luv ya,” as she’d head out the door. This time it was so different. This time it was sweet and heartfelt, so much so, it brought a prickling sensation to my eyes.I reached across the table, brushed her hair lightly, cupped her cheek, and rubbed her pale freckles with my. "Where have you been? Are you okay?" She pulled me in for a crushing hug. "We've been worrying about you." A meeting with Devers, but everythings okay," I assured them. I abandoned myself to her embrace, my arms clutching at her, loving the feel of her body against mine, even with all these clothes between us, awash with her scent of paints and solvents. Even her sweat smelled good. Greg touched me and wrapped himself around both me and Kathy -- he has nice, long arms -- and the three of us. I could see her hand moving at a quicker pace. Climbing on the bed she grabbed my thighs and began inching in slowly. Taking deep breaths as she stretched me open I began to feel my temperature rise; she was making me go wild. Once she was deep in she grabbed my ankles and started taking long strokes.“You feel me doc…you know this is mines right…” Stacking her claim she fucked me harder. I reached up and began squeezing her nipples as I pushed my hips forward. I needed her to go faster. Not.