A- o and one last little thing we are two months pregrantstarting from yesterday me and harvey got out of bed about 8ish and had some breakfast i said...to harvey "babe i miss writting are story" harvey walked over to me and gave me a hug and said "why dont you start rewritting it babe screw what the jerks on there say" i laughted at harvey but he said he was serious and i thought to my self why shouldnt i carry on doing something i enjoy just because a few people cant get over my spelling. Daddy was there, not as I had expected, but then it was a big plus, he was at the dining table, at the computer, in his shorts and a t-shirt, minimalist wear, had he forgotten I was bringing Frida, or was his ploy a deliberate one?One thing was sure, Frids'a eyes lit up, 'Hi Mr Rogers', she said as she went right up to him and took his hand, she was not a forceful girl, but she was used to being familiar with her own father.Daddy was genuinely pleased, she looked like a slightly older version. Holding you with the other hand, I wiggle and twist my hand, working it til the knuckles pop into your ass."Michael gives a grunt, just as if he were shoving his fist into my hot, hungry, needy ass. And as he does, I ram the dildo up inside of me. Deep, hard, fast it goes... to the hilt.As I do, nearly screaming from the rush of sensations, groaning and panting, I say to Michael "Oh God Michael, I just rammed both shafts of the dildo up inside me. It's buried all the way in my ass and pussy.. She was blond, about 5’8” pretty, thin with fairly large breasts (she had recently been breastfeeding), blue eyes and wore glasses. I think she just thought I was a nice guy. We talked for the better part of 30 minutes and she asked me if I yahoo IM. I gave her my screen name and she said she’d look me up sometime. I admit I was surprised to find a message on yahoo IM a few days later from her. We chatted almost daily for a while and eventually we made arrangements to meet again. I knew.