It was dirty, cold but it was void of any other human presence, therefore it was paradise. I flaked down on the bed and sobbed selfish tears. My comel... eyes red and puffy with tears, droplets rolled down my soft cheeks. To anyone viewing the situation, it would appear this girl was just having a hard day, not that a man's life had just been ruined. I lay there crying all night, too tired for sleep. But as the sun peered through the cracks in the New York skyline, I lulled myself into an. If Dad communicated with her this way then more power to him, but I needed to hear her voice.“Mom?” I asked. “Can you talk to me?”She didn’t say anything or look up.“Kelly?”She looked up.“Kelly, can you talk to me?”She sat back on her heels and shook her head.“You spoke last night,” I said. “Why not today?”She opened her mouth and pointed at it, then she pointed at my crotch, and finally she rubbed her tummy.If she was thinking what I thought she was thinking, then this whole thing was about. At this point I am on a super hi and don’t really hear my self act like a total prick , to my surprise I get ( yes sir this pussy is your for the asking and I will never say a word ever please don’t tell my daughter and I will do anything you want ) so I test the waters and say lick me clean now and she did , now my wife can give a mean blow job but dam Cynthia can really suck a dick and ther she is an older sexy version of my wife on her knees cleaning up her juices of my dick , I tell her to. He said, Jane, you have been sexually active for eighteen years. You experienced several different men in College, and then were in the bed of a highly sexed man since you were married. At your husband's death, it all stopped, like a drug addict or a cigarette smoker going Cold Turkey. Your body had adjusted to the adrenalin rush one gets that starts hours, even days before the sex act. Did you ever notice that the afternoon of a date with a guy who you expected would want to have sex, that you.