"He worked back up pushing my legs wider and wider until finally he was kneeling between them on the lounger. When he reached my ass he paid particula... attention to the crack and his fingers moved down as far as my clit before coming back up and dwelling on my pink rosebud."Turn over please," he said.As I did so I frantically looked around for the others. Shit, three other guys were rubbing screen into them. No they had been rubbing screen into them, now they were fingering their asses and. I rolled over onto my back, the cool sheets soothing my battered ass a little."Got some lotion for ya," he said as he crossed the room to his sample case. He said that he was a pharmaceutical salesman, as he dug through the case, unpacking it, setting various items on the table looking for the lotion. One of the things he had removed caught my eye, and I sat up. It was a mortar and pestle, the things the old druggists used to grind their powders with. This one was made of glass, and it was a. It was part of that obstinate desire to know why she had abandoned me and her children without a word, and why she had needed to be unfaithful. While those questions remained unanswered I realised I was in a sort of limbo, unable to move on.There was still the recurring feeling of loss – loss of a happy and fulfilled way of life; of a loving relationship of some considerable depth; of Sally herself. That was sad and still depressing. There was still anger, because of her callous neglect of my. It was warm and came in shots, one, two, three. my whole pussy felt warm and abuzz, I wasn't sure but when dad fell on top of me and his dick fell from my pussy accompanied by a stream of white ooze I realised he had just came inside me. Dad lay on top of me for what felt like a few minutes. I just lay there sobbing, my face a mess of tears and sweat, my crotch a mess of sticky white cum. Dad eventually sat up, kissed me on the forehead and stood up. He put his jeans back on and left the room.