It was more unbelievable that, even after I had been pleasured so thoroughly, I would want him again so soon. I began to kiss him again, reveling in t...e sensations, knowing where they would lead. Also, I knew that he had not achieved that great pleasure I had received. I only hoped that I could makehim feel the same as I had. ‘Would you feel the same way if I did all those things to you,’ I asked breathlessly as my arousal again increased. Distracted as I licked and kissed his throat, Ian could. Sure" I replied."So sweet. Well I think I should honor your sexy gesture with one of my own."He stood and took me into his arms. Leaning down he put his mouth on mine and started kissing me. I was trapped in his strong arms. His tongue probed my lips and I opened them slightly. He started french kissing me with fervor and I felt his enormous hard cock rubbing up against mine in my little panties.He lifted me off the carpet and laid me gently on his bed, then climbed up next to me. His lips. I'd get a call sometimes from her, at the risk of my daughter getting mad at me. But I had done the same thing with her when she was young, and when i was married to her mother. “Can Kimmy come and stay with you for the weekend?” she had asked. My heart jumped. “Of course, no problem at all. I don’t have any other plans, would be happy to have her.” A trip to the grocery store made sure that I had all her favorite things. Froot Loops, wtf. And of course almond milk, because of some reason or. She always had to be the emotional fortress-never wavering, always supporting, always the crutch for everybody else’s feelings and emotions. She never gave herself the chance to ever feel pain or sorrow. I actually enjoyed watching her cry, finally letting something out, born of her own grief and not someone else’s. I think I cried not for Stan, lord knows I’d done that enough, but for her, for her ability to finally feel anguish for something just for the sake of ... whatever - the need to.