I felt like I already knew her. I just didn’t know her in real life. I was excited to meet her. I hoped that I would be everything she wished for. I...wanted her to like me. I needed her to love me. I desperately needed love.We chatted a few more times that day on the computer. We even skyped so we could see each other. She was so pretty and told me that I was pretty too. We were both blondes with blue eyes. We had the same type of a figure. A tiny waist with big breasts and not very tall. She. Our concentrations were momentarily interrupted as Emily, our younger daughter, wandered passed us in her dressing gown yawning a ‘good morning’ as she did so. It was Saturday and 9.45am was early for Emily. She did love her bed. In contrast, Ava was always up at the crack of dawn. Up, showered, dressed and done with breakfast quite a while ago, she busily followed her sister passed us and went to the fridge to get herself am isotonic drink and energy bar. She was in her tennis outfit. “You’re my first since Roger died.”“Thank you for this special moment. If you don’t want to, I understand.”“No, it’s okay. I need this, I need you, Brad.”“You can always imagine the sexy fun you and Daddy had,” Jessica said removing her leg and joining them.“I’m making new memories now,” she replied as Brad went down between her legs.His nostrils inhaled her womanly fragrance, then tongue and fingers began to please them. Jessica watched Brad licking her mom’s pussy, instructions for future. "Is it an achy feeling pain?"Thumbs go down.I think she finally began to catch on, "Is it your heart?"Thumbs go up.She almost whispered the next, "Is it broken?"Thumbs go up.She lost it and ran from the room crying. Sophie went to the microphone and said, "Bastard!" Hit a switch and I was out again.The next time I came to, Diane was there again, "Dean, I really am so sorry, I don't want to do this. I really don't, but I can't bear to loose you again, at least not have you die or have no chance.