"I know that it's going to be hard for me to watch," I told him, "but Becky seems happy and given your relationship, I should be happy that she is get...ing anything."I took a nervous drink and smiled lopsidedly at him. "You know, I don't know if I should be thanking you, or hitting you," I told him.He said, innocently, "I'm not sure I know what you are talking about." You told my husband something," I replied."About what?" he asked. He was playing a game. He was going to make me tell him."You. Tattooed on the shoulder was a tiny smiling monkey, exactly like my Sophie bore. I went through the set twice before I was certain these were the only two of the woman.I magnified the photos. I printed the photos. I compared them to other photos of Sophie, but it was only when I raided her scrape-book and located the pictures of her with her former boyfriend, that I was sure. She was younger, had a slightly different hairstyle, but the smiling blond woman embraced in the arms of a well-dressed. Later, I married my husband, who was already well on his way to success with Ranchland Oil. He was twenty years older than I.”“And you haven’t seen you daughter since?”“No.” She cried a little. Nathan supposed it was a normal emotion, but he couldn’t imagine Paulette caring one whit one way or the other about the c***d. Her tears seemed incongruous.“I’ve sent money to my daughter and have written over the years to her. She’s a good. I pushed forward and the head began to slowly push into the clenched hole.Immediately Jennifer broke free from Taylor. "No no! Not my butt!" But it was too late as I pulled roughly on her hips to force the head of my cock into her tightness. "Nooooo this is too nasty. Too much. Ohhhhh..." Her voice trailed off as my shaft slowly slid deeper as I pressed against her soft cheeks, attempting to get my thick shaft as deep as it would go.Chloe gleefully watched as I began to fuck in and out of.