Finally I made two trips while I carried the bowl of cereal, the coffee cup and the half full cereal boxes onto the deck. Before I sat down, I stood b... the rear rail to pour out the remaining cereal. I figured it wasn’t a waste, if I fed it to the birds.After I ate the cereal and drank the cowboy coffee, I washed the dishes. When I couldn’t stall any longer, I filled a plastic bucket with soap, bleach, and water. Then I tossed a plastic scrub brush into the bucket. I took a very deep breath. .That's it, deep throat your daddy's cock...it feels so good. Raise your ass a little, honey."I wanted to feel that wet hot pussy. It was so wet. Her cotton panties were drenched. I rubbed my finger from her ass down her soaking slit. "Fuck, darlin' you're so wet. Does giving Daddy a blow job make you wet, honey?" You taste so good daddy. No one's cock has ever tasted this good. And you're so big!" Get up and lay on the coffee table my little slut. I want to taste those pussy juices that are. It was past midnight and I was tired. My friend and I had come to the bar out of sheer curiosity. To dance. To drink cool new drinks. To see all the fun people.But then she was whisked away by some dressed-to-kill vampire, and it had been too hard to follow her. The music was too loud and the lights were too shiny and bright, and there were too many people. I had a headache and I wanted to go home.I remember I closed my eyes to shut out the strobing lights and leaned my head back, my hand. A. We'd hit it off, found each other fascinating, and started to date. She had just had her first major role as one of the supporting actresses in a B-grade action film, but got 'discovered' for better roles and had high aspirations. The day after we met, I suggested the just-named director of Pumpkin Man take a look at her for a role in the movie of my book. He did, and she ended up in a lead role. That cemented our relationship, and ultimately led to romance between us and my being her.