A little too oftenA little too muchMissing you, has becomeA habit as suchI feel down and outAs if I have the fluWhen I think about ifYou miss me too ....here are two ways to describe how I feelOne of them is to just say that I am lostBecause every day goes by in a blurAs if life’s been covered by a thick frostThe other way to show you the state of my heartIs to say that I feel like man who can’t dreamMemories and thoughts seem to just fly pastEven my soul is lifeless, without its gleamIn this. Looking at me I could see the desperation but what was I do do? So, not really having a plan, I asked “I have a room with 2 queen beds, you are welcome to a bed, if you want”. “Also if you need to call your husband, I understand, also I do not have any ulterior motive, it's just a bed for the night, I may even have a new toothbrush if needed”. “Or the staff may let you sleep here in the lobby, considering the circumstances”. She sat there thinking, and I kept my mouth shut, she needed to digest. ”His hands slid up from my throat and cupped my cheeks. Thumbs brushed away tears. And then he kissed me. Hard, passionate. I trembled against him. He owned my mouth. His wet cock pressed into my stomach as he pulled me close. He was so hard.He needed to be satiated.He broke the kiss. “On your hands and knees on the bed, slut,” he snarled. “Your master is hard and needs your cunt's satisfaction.”“Yes, Daddy.”My breasts jiggled as I raised around him. I fell onto the king-sized bed, trembling on. ! See how quick you can make me cum for you!” The road was full of curves,and my right hand was no longer available for shifting gears. I used my driving hand to shift to third as I made the steep climb up the mountain. I dipped my fingers inside as she rolled her ass in the seat. I was doing nearly seventy up the winding grade, and the rpm's were at the peak of the torque curve. I put her huge clit between my fingers as I punched the gas, causing the car to pin us back in the seats. I.