” Bella grunted agreement with her father’s cock in her mouth. Jim reached down with his free hand and stroked his daughter’s hair. “You’re ...other’s right, Bella,” he said. “This is great, but hurry it up a little, okay, sweetie? I don’t want you to be late for school.” Bella looked up adoringly at her father and stroked his erect dick with one hand as she spoke. “Okay, Daddy. You taste so good! But I’m gonna make you cum real soon now!” She bent back over his cock and started sucking more. . he talked constantly, never pausing, unless he'd asked me a question. I felt very uncomfortable at first. I mean, he was a stranger; and he was a lot older than I am. In his thirties, I'd guess.(I didn't interrupt to tell her that I was in MY thirties.)He told me he was a professional hypnotist, and I guess I was a little interested in that, despite myself. He talked on a little about his act at the Student Center Theater, and how it was a little unpredictable being on stage with a bunch of. "Good," said Milla, "No real differences there. And what there are, simply reflect who could see what from where they were standing. Let's go to lunch and we'll chat about what to do next."We repaired to a local pub. Good food, good beer, and set out with booths that would allow us a degree of privacy."I'm not letting the bitch get away with this Milla. I don't give a flying fiddlers fuck about keeping up appearances or anything else. I am going to fuck her life big style." I opened."Whilst I. “I am starting to feel something for a woman, Erica. How should I approach her?” “Dear Dean_from_Detroit:” I replied. “Good luck. Just tell her how you feel. I hope things work out for both of you. Keep in touch.” Little did he know that my eyes teared as I typed those words. Dean was a widower who first wrote me about 6 months ago. His grieving for his deceased wife, who died after valiantly fighting a long illness, was making it hard for him to date. His 2 grown children felt that.