I was gasping between moans. I was gripping the mattress, I managed to say, 'this is how you make me cum.' His hand was around my neck again.He was fi...ling and emptying me faster than before. 'Cum!,' he growled at me. 'I wanna see you cum you little slut!' I was involuntarily clenching on his cock. My hand was under my cock, I knew I was going to cum, I wanted to catch it. I tried my hardest not to clench and I could feel it. I wasn't immediately aware that I was pretty much screaming. It was a. .." he said haltingly. "Even in my sleep. Thoseclothes, they're mine."I sat down on a kitchen chair with the piece of bread from my incompletesandwich still in my hand. The shock of being discovered was justexploded by this new revelation. Suddenly, things made sense."Mom's" dresses were still a little too big despite my growing teenagebody. The selection of shoes in the closet was still fitting me despitemy growth spurt that had required a new pair of sneakers every fewmonths.My dad pulled. No sliding in and out. My anus seemed to go backwards and forwards with each stroke. She then started to increase the stroke length. She was looking down at her cock entering my ass. She pushed slowly all the way in I let out a gasp. The feeling was almost too much. I could feel her cock so deep in me. But I couldn't say if it was 4 inches or 12 inches, it was all too much for me. She held it all the way in for a few seconds pushing against my insides. I wanted her to take it out, but when. Once she returned home for good, our lives returned to some semblance of normality. But the experiences of the previous three years or so had left their marks on us. I had just turned 40, but my face had become lined with age, and my hair had turned nearly all silver. And Madeleine, too, was finding some gray hairs, even though she was just 22. Moreover, she had lost all of the girlish innocence that she’d had when I first met her. She was an adult now, a woman through and through, and that.