So, I was not surprised to find that my ‘visitation rights’ were minimal and just might become almost non-existent due to ‘difficulties’ with ...he timing of my visits–Bitch! I was now living in a small apartment in Sandy Springs, off Mount Vernon Road, on the north side of Atlanta, just outside the I-285 Perimeter. It wasn’t quite a dump, but it was not luxurious either. I did not consider myself as ‘living’ in Sandy Springs, I only slept there. It seemed that, nowadays, I ‘lived’ at work, and. I was in a state of pure bliss as she rhythmically worked her mouth up and down the length of my shaft. Her hands squeezing my balls as I buried my cock deep into her hungry mouth. I knew I wasn’t going to be able to hang on much longer, her sweet mouth was quickly driving me over the edge. I reluctantly pulled my cock from her hungry mouth and helped her to her feet. By now her blouse was wide open and her beautiful tits were waiting for my hungry mouth. I lifted her up placing her ass on the. .. It was a bit of a trip to make, finally driving up I-77 and getting into Parkersburg in time to make the production at the Actor's Guild Playhouse on Market Street. During the trip, Mark would occasionally smile at Kara and watch her drive, but he spent most of his time watching his daughter and his other two wives gawk as they pressed their noses to the windows and watched the world fly by. It was January on Earth, but Mark's thoughts tended to drift to home. With its faster orbit, the. Before getting dressed I'd gone in the shower and shaved my arms, legs and pubic hair. I didn't do it because I expected to be having sex with her, it was more to bolster my confidence and make me feel just a little more attractive. I brushed my hair down so it fell naturally around my shoulders and down my back. Finally, to finish the transformation I used some nice lipstick; it was liquid pink and made my lips look moist.I looked at myself in the one more time mirror and took another deep.