"Is this part of your fishing expedition?" I wondered."No, not really," she replied. "I'm not going to tell Mom anything anyway. This is about a daugh...er worried that her Daddy has been alone too long and he's jumping into something."Kasey rolled over to face me before continuing."I've never understood why you didn't remarry, Daddy," she said. "Do you know that every fun memory I have from my life involves you? Don't you know how many women would love to find a man like you?"I felt warring. Buddhism. Seriously. Someone should pound religion out of the head of every human being on the planet Earth. We’d all be better off. Religion is the reason why women have virtually no rights in the Middle East, with the possible exception of more secular nations like the Republic of Lebanon and the State of Israel. Religion is the reason why so many Catholic priests all over the world got away with sexually abusing the very souls they were supposed to mentor and look after. Religion is the. With Susan’s upcoming wedding nuptials with the scary ex-military social butterfly, I was suddenly relegated to second fiddle and she only used me for back-up at those times when the future spouse was off diddling some debutante with hopes of getting him to change his marriage plans in favor of more financially lucrative pussy.I knew that my Susan was fully aware that her new prospective groom was a cocks-man of exquisite proportion but she dismissed her instinctive jealousy because he had ten. This afternoon he watched behind closed eyes, as they parted for him in a silent request to feast upon the prize that they framed. Once more his tongue slipped out, this time moistening his lower lip, and once again searching for a shred of evidence that this was more than just a memory. His cock did not care, and it began to swell with approval.Their sex was always incredible, even the encounters when one or both just needed to satisfy a quick rush of desire. It may have been after a long day.