She was happily married, and although her husband had had a stroke three months earlier and the doctor had suggested no sex for a period of six months... she was not sexually frustrated. Her husband's fingers and her vibrator had provided all the sex she required. The bouncing cock rubbing against her pussy slowly demanded her full attention. She couldn't help but squeeze her ass cheeks together, to try to close her exposure, but it had the opposite effect, it reminded her that an. I wanted to be a duke. Duke Ellington. I wanted to be a sultan. The Sultan of Swing. They wanted my name in the business news, I wanted it in the variety pages… or in lights. The guitar I payed for myself. Don’t ask what I had to sell to get the money. It wasn’t mine to begin with but wouldn’t be missed. The Rolex watch I traded for my guitar lesson might be missed but it was mine at least. For the next three years when I should have been focused on learning business and trade, I was learning. “I sure do love you, darlin’,” he panted.“You love what we just did,” she teased.“Give me a minute,” he breathed, “and I’ll show you how much I love it.”“I’m surprised that Beth isn’t in here with a rifle, wanting to know where the Indians are,” she teased some more, referencing the noises they had made as each reached a pinnacle of passion.“Our daughters know what we do in here,” he said.“Really?” she asked, her eyebrows raised. “I’m so glad you educated them on that, because I never have,”. "Da-daddy," she stuttered, tears trickling from her eyes. "Dickie's head is so-so b-b-b-ig."He had grasped her little thighs, one in each hand, but now he slid one hand up to rub her tummy as he whispered soothingly, "Shh, it’s okay baby, Dickie can wait in the entrance of the cave for now."She couldn't help but smile at this, and the swell of emotion in her chest was almost as intense as the feeling of the end of his cock in her pussy as she whimpered, "I love you daddy."Eric felt his own eyes.