A faint trace of her perfume wafted up from her neck and took me back a year and made my soul ache with that old, familiar, lonely ache, the wound she...��d left in me. She wasn’t coming on to me and she wasn’t lying to me. She really did love me and always had, even while she’d been in love with Cormac, even now while she was in love with him still. Because that’s the way real life is, confusing and messy like that, with hearts all tangled up and strangling each other, and as I talked to the cops. There he downed the first of his cups of coffee and made breakfast. He’d consumed two cups of the strong black coffee by the time he’d finished eating. He poured another cup and walked with a little more security into the living room. He switched on the TV, more in order to keep track of time than to actually watch it. As he sipped his third cup of the morning, he took stock of how he felt. The tears of last night had eventually stopped but he still felt a deeper sense of loss than he had for. I knew I couldn't hold out much longer so got little miss ball licker to join her mate at the front. I stuck it her mouth and made her suck it while her pretty mate wanked me off and emptied my balls into the skinny ones gob. She moved back as I started to unload and the rest hit her full in the face and covered her parrot like features. "you dirty bastard, its all in my hair & what her you laughing at" she said as her mate burst out laughing. She went to the bathroom to tidy up and her pretty. Jill now had developed tits and was a better fuck. She now slept in his bed. Many nights he fucked her all night or just fingered or licked her. He was a young handsome man. He was just eighteen when Jill was born. Jill's mom hated sex and he needed it a lot and turned to Jill and her mom never did find out. Jill craved her dad and loved fucking him and all the oral and nudity. One Saturday they had fucked three time the night before and she was sitting naked in the family room and he walked to.