For every stroke of his cock, he met her with an expert touch on her sensitive clit. She began to stroke him harder. His hand moved faster and faster ...o keep up. They both began to rock their hips in simulated thrusts as they each stroked the other.“Yesss, cum for Daddy, baby. Oh, stroke that cock!”“Mmm, oh, Daddy. Yess…”Tabitha let out another guttural moan as she reached orgasm. She stroked him hard and fast as her body betrayed her from wave after wave of pure sexual energy surged through. Shockingly, I guess, we ended the night having sex. It just sort of happened. We both slept well that night. I think we were both physically and emotionally exhausted.The next morning over breakfast Mel told me that in keeping with our agreement she needed to tell me she'd be seeing him again in just a few hours. Although he was working, he was taking long lunches. Mostly, they just met up at his place. 'So it's mostly sex'' I asked. She nodded yes.On the one hand I wanted to ask her a million. "I take it mommy doesn't approve," she said with a wry smile."The good sergeant makes himself far too busy about matters that do not concern him," Igwanda grumbled as he took a solid swig of whisky."Is he?" she asked. He looked puzzled. "A good sergeant?" No. He is in fact quite a poor sergeant. Ill-disciplined himself, but too much of a stickler with the troops. They do not like him." Then why on Earth did you choose him?" My first choice, a man I had commanded before, was unavailable, and he. He recalled Greg's mother's earlier comment.It was probably best, Cal decided, to let them stew over too little information. They must have just returned home and had not even had time to chase away the lingering partyers. He could quite easily end up as the target of their wrath, especially after he had plowed up their lawn with the van earlier.It took only a moment to find Cheryl's things. He showed the parents her ID in the purse and left.It turned out that Cheryl was already officially.