According to Daddy, the woman’s husband had died a few years back, leaving her and their daughters quite well off from the insurance and investments... The woman who answered the door was a tiny thing, maybe a foot taller than I was and 100 lbs or so. She looked Japanese, or maybe Korean, with long, jet black hair framing her brown eyes, but all I really cared about was how hot she looked. I grinned a bit thinking of how much hotter she’d be painted white.I was surprised to find out that she was. There were some things that I was certain about. First and foremost, I was certain that I loved her with all my heart. And that love I felt for her was very real. It wasn’t something I could just switch off. It is a part of who I am.The second thing I was certain of is that there is nothing as hot as seeing her squirming under some big-dicked stud while she sucks and strokes any dick that comes within reaching distance of her mouth or her hands. And the entire time she is talking like the. As I catch the train into town, I wonder what we will do. We'll probably visit the cinema, grab something to eat, all the usual stuff. Oh and then of course we will go back to her place, like we always do.Before I know it, the train has reached my stop and it's time to get off. Just a short walk into town and I'll be able to see her again. I've missed her so much. I briskly walk the ten minute journey into the town centre and sit on a public bench, eagerly anticipating her arrival. I took the. "Dee Dee?" I questioned."Yes the people closest to me call me Dee Dee." Who calls you Dee Dee?" Momma, Daddy and Donnie are about it. I don't have that many people I'm close to." Deirdre was snuggling her head into my shoulder, kind of like a kitten rubbing against your leg. It felt wonderful.I said, "You wouldn't mind if I called you Dee Dee?" I'd like it." Deirdre wasn't looking at me. Her face was buried in my shoulder.I brought my hand to her chin and lifted her face next to mine. "Thank.