But Mark says quietly, “Whatever you say.”His quiet acceptance of the terms makes me soften a little. “I hope you’ll enjoy the show. I’ll tr... to make it special for you.” Special for Mark rather than for John; what’s becoming of me?“It’s always special,” he says, which makes me go hot all over.“See you at nine then.”“I’ll be there.”As soon as the call’s broken, I wonder for the umpteenth time what I’m doing. Then I capitulate. There’s no way of stopping this now. I return to the living room and. ‘What else? Kids? There are already too many people in this world. I could even adopt a kid.’‘Yeah, that too.’, I said.She seemed to have got my drift and asked, ‘You’re not talking about sex, are you?’.‘No, even if it was wouldn’t be a problem for someone like you.’, I said.She had a doubtful expression on her face.I clarified, ‘As in you’re a beautiful woman. You wouldn’t have difficulty to find someone to hook up with. Men would throw themselves at you’.She smiled but withdrew her legs whose. I loved calling Ruth ‘Miss.’ I knew Ruth loved it as well. It turned us both on. Ruth kept squeezing my nipple and it hurt, not as much as the spoon of course. She then put her other hand on my pussy. She held my pussy and squeezed, not too hard, but it felt good. One hand squeezed my nipple and her other squeezed my pussy. I looked at Ruth’s breasts and wanted to kiss them. Oh did I want to kiss and suck those taut nipples. Ruth knew it as well. As she squeezed my nipple she pulled me. .. uh... white noise app. Yes. That's it, Pops. I need it to sleep in the city. It's so noisy there." In her ears, Daddy is grunting, "Fuck...! My god...! Oh my god!... Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" The sound of him cumming makes the tension more unbearable. Her tangle of muscles is tightening deep inside."Good-d-d-d n-n-n-night, Pops." She closes her eyes squeezing them tight hoping that makes him disappear. Her mind is racing. Did her father buy the "white noise?" Does she care? Is he leaving? Time.