But whatever the reason I was turned on by the sight.As Tim turned the pages the photos became more sexual with men in them as well as the naked girls... He made comments about each one and asked me about what I thought. It shocked me when we came to a picture of the girl kissing the man's cock. On the next page she was halfway down the shaft and I could see the shine of her saliva on the exposed part.By that time both of us were rock hard and pointing high. I'm not sure who suggested it but we. “I think I’m a little loose since I came twice already.” She pushed back and took about two more inches. “I like this.” “Me too. I like it a lot.” I did too. “More than my pussy?” “I loved your pussy. This is good in a different way.” She pushed back and I thrust forward, and soon she had all six-and-one-half inches of me in her ass. She rolled her shoulders and head towards me, reached her hand behind my head, and pulled me down for a long, sensuous kiss. As she broke the kiss she said, “I. And now this, I thought, as I wrenched my mind back to the road taking us south, not for a happy Christmas reunion, but to a funeral for a boy we had all come to love.As we crossed into Virginia, Dani spoke, some of her first words since we had left the farm in Maine, asking a question impossible for any American to easily answer, "Why are we over there anyway Daddy? Why are we fighting in Iraq?" Its complicated honey," I started, unsure myself, "But the President, his advisors, believe that. ” I said trying to change the subject. “Well, I’m going to do it anyway. I’m going to look into your eyes and I’m going to tell you that I love you and that I miss you. I’m going to tell you that I love your text messages in the morning and your ‘I love you’s’ when you say goodbye on the phone. I’m going to tell you that I love your laugh and your smile. I can’t believe how lucky I am to have found you and how lucky I am that I get to be in love with you.” “Please don’t, I don’t want to cry. I.