I settled on her and gave her a kiss, “why do you wish to go into the valley?”She shifted and her pussy squeezed as she put her arms around me, �...my father went in last year.”I sighed and rolled and hugged her as she lay on me, “he is dead.”She put her head down and her tight pussy kept grasping my cock, “I know but I need to see his body.”I rubbed and caressed her back, “that is not a good idea.”She shifted and sat up, “I need his ring and amulet to pass to my children.”I looked at her as she. Yes he can still come but its all different now. No more ugly hard-ons for my pretty little maid. Nothing to ruin the panty lines or stick out obscenely from his uniform. Oh its quite amazing. And really there is nothing like a man who's lost his ability to achieve erection. Why my poor little Cherie is just the most sweetest passive little thing in the world. Yes, he can still have an orgasm, but its all different. How do you describe it dear? Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to interrupt. I remember writing about Michelle in the back seat with her boyfriend, I think it was Shaun; Robert being able to get an occasional look because of headlights coming up behind them. I discovered the reality is completely different. It was nearly midnight, there were no headlights. I couldn’t see a damned thing in the back seat. It was pitch black out and all I could do was hear – kissing sounds.There was a tiny bit of light coming from the car’s gauges, barely enough that we could make each. They gave each other a look and made room for me between them. Ironic, how I became the so-called third wheel. It took us a while over eggs, fruit, and croissants to relax. I started feeling more at ease when the caffeine finally got into my bloodstream. I began to understand why Paul was attracted to her. She spoke intelligently about her work and showed a work ethic commonly lacking among those of her generation. Never mind that she was a beautiful young woman with a sexually open mind. It.