We had discussed it in the past and called it 'the look.' "Say it! Say his fucking name!" I grunted. "Scott, oh Scott, I'm cumming! Fuck me harder, I'... cumming!" Paula's body jerked spastically and then she collapsed onto Scott's chest with a sob. She trembled violently. Her orgasm seemed to continue to swell and build. I could just imagine her juices soaking his cock and balls. With a series of feral grunts, Scott lost control and began to cum in my wife. Scott was still squeezing and stroking. But instead, our conversation went like this.Me: “I didn’t know that with the high volume you are so scared.” (and I laughed at her then)A: “There is nothing in this world which can frighten me.”Me: “There is one thing aunty.”A: “What?”Me: “Let it be you won’t agree if I tell you.”A: “What?”Me: “You will get frightened if I pick you up in my arms.”A: “It’s not possible.” (she blushed.)Me: “We will come to know when I pick you up”A: “You can’t because fatty you will get tired.”I was thinking why. Daddy pushed my head down then, pushing more of this bigger lolli into my mouth. It was a lot bigger than the cherry one.When I began to whimper, my Dad pulled away letting me breathe. Then he gave me the other lollipop back. Cherry again...smaller.It was easier to suck on than the other one, my tongue rolling over the round candy surface.“Daddy…” I whispered into the dark, his hand coming to grab my head then. He stroked my cheek, his voice hesitant as he spoke next.“...Yes, Babygirl?” he. It was both a pleasure, and a source of regret all the time I walked around. The life itself was so different here, with people you could talk to without fear of being lied to, with plants you actually could touch, with flowers that really had a smell, with a silence full of natural sounds if you knew how to listen them. Everything here was too "real" compared to my office life. The tree was very strong and solid, compared to my office desk. The grass under my feet felt much more tender than my.