It had been a while for me - almost a year. Between work and attending everything to do with Dani's senior year and graduation, there simply hadn't be...n time for dating. Somebody had to be there for her. My ex-wife was too busy ruthlessly pursuing her career, which was the main reason she was my ex.I was still going back and forth between self-recrimination and rationalization when I returned to the basement with the blanket, and had to endure the temptation once more."I've got it," Amy said,. Many minutes later, I dare to move. With slightly trembling fingers, I check the state of my still-throbbing core. My vulva is still covered. I am still filled, stuffed full, now with a cock that gently pulses instead of jackhammering orgasms into me – only for the moment, the pulse seems to say. I’m still here. Waiting. I’m not done with you, not even close.The thought sends another shiver down my body. A colder one, this time.I hurry to clean up, wipe myself down with a towel, and put on some. I hated to see her in pain. I wished I could make it all go away but there was nothing I could do. Her dad and my dad showed up as well as my sister. When it was time for the delivery our mothers and I were the only ones to stay in the birthing room. Everyone else went to the waiting room. I had tears in my eyes as Jen screamed out and the baby started to come out. I held her hand tightly as the baby arrived. I was asked to cut the umbilical cord and did so. The baby was a mess but they told me. "She blinked and then nodded, "it is my first year."We were quiet and then the tram shifted and the doors closed. It started moving and I had to turn to catch my balance and she backed up and into me. She looked back and then down as my cock began to get hard against her butt. She wiggled and grinned before looking around. We had the luggage rack to the right and people all around us.She reached back and lifted her skirt a little and I heard her whisper, "I do not wear panties."She was still.