I wanted to swallow his core just like he swallowed mine; let his warm eruption slide down the back of my throat and feel the burn like a fine shot of...bourbon. I took my fingers and wrapped them around his thick girth. My hand was so little that it only covered half of daddy's length. I stroked his long shaft slowly and daddy began to moan. "Does that feel good, daddy? You like your daughter's hand wrapped around your hard cock don't you?" "Mmm, yes, Ella, I do. Your mother never does that.". The cheese never needed a fridge,And the bread was so crusty and hot,The Children were seldom unhappy,And the Wife was content with her lot.I remember the milk from the bottle,With the yummy cream on the top,Our dinner came hot from the oven,And not from a freezer; or shop.The kids were a lot more contented,They didn’t need money for kicks,Just a game with their friends in the road,And sometimes the Saturday flicks.I remember the shop on the corner,Where biscuits for pennies were soldDo you. Someone who is there when their childneeds them." I wanted to be there all the time, Grace. In good times, too." Of course you did. And you should have been given that chance. Butthat's not always in the cards. That's the thank-you not every parentgets. When she was a baby, you got no thank you, did you? Surely you musthave felt the same as you do now; that you existed only when she neededyou. It must have seemed that way to her, too. She was hungry, youappeared and fed her. She was wet, you. I introduce my self and explain what has gone and tell the mother that her daughter has kept her honour and been a lady. she puts her daughter in her car and asks if we can both sit in my car I cant think why but agree..as we are in the car alone I am very surprised as this is not usual for a Muslim lady especially a married one. she tell me her husband has died and its just her and her daughter and that she has no money to pay me, I look at her confused and say there is no payment its fine as.