“You look good, yourself,” I respond, smiling, then I look over his button-up shirt.He moves closer to me, placing his hands on my waist, then rub... my sides with his fingers. I stand there silently, nervous, just as each time before. As the moments pass, I expect him to lean in and kiss me, but we just look at each other.“Are you sure you want to do this?” Skylar asks. “I mean, giving this, us, a serious chance.”“Yes,” I say with a nod. I don't even need to think about it.“I’m happy to hear. " No, I gave you the ones I read, the one to your mother and the other one, to your ex—husband. I didn't look at any of the others and I didn't pay much attention to where you put them. Are you sure they were in the food box?" Yes, I only had them in my handbag or the tray between the seats of my truck. When I brought them into the house, I put them in the pocket on the outside of my handbag, here in the food box." And we didn't grab your handbag when we left, did we?" No, leaving was a much. She perked back up when I moved toward the foot of the bed and finished removing her panties. I spread her legs and lay down between them with my head about a foot from her pussy. I returned to fingering her. First one, then two fingers found their way into her tight hole. Her pussy began to loosen, but just barely. She was moaning even more than before when my free hand began rubbing her bush and clit. Again, I heard, “More!” Her hips started to gently rise and fall. Slowly at first, then. “Do you love daddy?!” I felt tears well up in my eyes as I choked on my “Yes!” He began to thrust even hard, hitting up against my spongy g spot as I moaned over and over ,”I love my daddy so much!” Now, he’s not my Dad, hopefully you all know that. He’s my ex and I just so happen to live with him. Anyways, he reached up further and rubbed my breasts greedily. I gasped as he pinched my nipples. I love it when he plays with those. I got it up on my hands and knees and began to buck back onto.