"Thanks, Nate. Part of me knows I should be upset about this, and I am, but really, I'm just relieved." "I know what you mean." Mitch nodded. "Give it...fifteen or twenty minutes; then we'll be plenty pissed off." "Allison thinks if she comes in with all the drama, she'll cow people into submission." Nate shook his head. "I'm going to leave any cow and submission jokes alone," said Mitch, prompting a round of laughter. "We do appreciate your restraint," Ryan said once she could talk again. Nate. The warm water flowing down my body and the slippery soap covering me made for an incredible sensation. I was tingling all over. As I stood in the shower, eyes closed fucking myself and imagining that my fingers were this muscle hunk's thick cock, I got the biggest surprise of my life. I remember moaning to myself, "ooooh yes, daddy!" And as soon as those words left my mouth I heard the unmistakable sound of my shower curtain being quickly and almost violently whipped open. Startled, I yanked. ’ ‘Forty-two hours – my that’s rather precise?’ ‘Mom, after he left I was in such despair and during the next few hours I relived each one of those hours I was in his company. I’m over it now.’ ‘Are you?’ ‘In respect of that full-on chasm being left in his wake, yes. Stay here, he mailed me two photographs taken outside First Nation Bank just before he left.’ Larissa returned with the prints and her mother put down the letter she’d reread. ‘Nowhere does he hint he’d like to take you back to. "We could go down to the bar right now," he said, "or we could begin our night right here." Those were the words I needed. I could not move fast enough as I began to undo his belt, lower his zipper and fall to my knees. I knew I was not going to get more of his massive cock in my mouth or in my throat, but I was going to have my mouth filled again with his hot, sticky cum. Unlike last night I was determined to swallow every drop. It was so exciting to see his mushroom head slide in and out.