“Do you like it, daddy?”He wanted to pick her up and take her upstairs. Memories flooded.“Take me on a date, daddy!”“Oh, God, sweetheart. I ...ove you so! I will take you anywhere!”“Pizza, I want pizza,” as she remembered her mom and dad’s first date.They walked hand in hand to the little pizza parlor a few blocks away, still there. He was unashamed of showing his affection openly towards her now. He loved dating his darling little cheerleader.That evening, back in her mom’s room, she changed. Perhaps he was shocked at the sight of his wife acting in such a manner and blowing him right there in the living room. A mere five minutes later, Stacy led Bret by his cock down the hallway and into their bedroom. It had been about a week since their last fuck session and Bret hadn’t even jerked off. So, the cum was building in the depth of his balls – a rare feeling as of late. Stacy relaxed on her back and pulled Bret down on her. She had given up hope of getting Bret to eat her pussy, it. A tiny picture of him, carefully trimmed, was tucked inside. Lockets were old-fashioned and sentimental, she knew, but he seemed so pleased when she wore it. She loved the feel of the necklace between her breasts. She rarely took it off, but tonight she unclasped the chain from her neck and draped it over the branches. It shimmered like silvery tinsel. She scattered her small collection of ticket stubs — mostly to movies but with a few souvenirs from concerts thrown in, too — in the evergreen. “Don’t even think that way,” I said with a laugh.“I know you don’t get out much, but surely you wouldn’t say no to a house guest,” she suggested.“Certainly I would to my sister in law,” I replied indignantly.“I’ve see the woman in question, and I don’t believe that,” Sylvia said.“I would never even think of it,” I said.When I arrived at the entrance to the Gatehouse, I opened that gate with the smartish phone so that Sylvia could drive in. “So what time are you coming by tomorrow,” I asked.