I lifted her in my arms and took her to the bedroom. There was a double cot and it was well done bedroom. I slowly put her on the bed. She removed the...slippers and rolled down slowly. I sat next to her and wanted to talk to her for a long time. I pulled her to head and made her lie on my chest and rested myself on two pillows. I asked if she has *** with her husband daily, for which she replied no and said now a days its just once week or once in two weeks.Then I asked her if that is enough for. It was still dark so I couldn’t see anything and after I had gotten pulled into the room, the door was shut tight; no light was seeping through anywhere in the room. Next thing I felt were sweet kisses by Daddy’s lips being laid on the back of my neck, making my hairs stand on end. When Daddy’s hands reached under my shirt to touch my soft tummy, I forgot all about the other person in our room. Daddy’s mouth reached the lobe of my ear and softly whispered, “Honey, meet Tam. He is my work. That." He lifted his eyes from the box. Elyse stood there in her robe, her expression at first calm, then apologetic. She seemed to be waiting for him to speak. "Please don't go." His voice sounded so small, as though he barely had the air to make the words come. He wanted her to move closer, to take the box and hurl it into the trash and assure him she could never go to him again. Instead she looked down at the box as though sizing its dimensions. Steven shivered as he imagined she was. Warren, fuck me! Fuck me now! I need your big cock in me and I need it now! WARREN, FUCK ME! PLEASE! FUCK ME!"Warren was, himself, on fire, and hearing Sophia talk like this-she usually moaned and screamed, but not these words-turned him on more than ever. He climbed up and got himself into position, as Sophia kept up begging."Warren, oh, please, put it in me. Fuck me, I want you to fuck me, pound it in me, please Warren, your Pookie needs a good fucking, oh God, fuck me now..."... and Warren,.