To keep my mind on the reason why I called and to keep Gary from seeing my dick, I wheeled around in the chair and was facing the computer. My dick wa... still throbbing as I was doing my best to carry on a conversation with my friend.Sheila then walked up behind me and placed her arms on each shoulder with her hands droping down and her head just over mine and boobs brushing up against the back o my head. I never wanted hands on the back of my head so bad.As my friend gave me the code I was. He was my third. Curiosity broughtabout the first. It hurt like hell and I threw up afterward. The second servedto confirm my first experience. Sam's a hell of a nice guy so I accommodatehim. I lie quietly while he gets on top. I'm small down there at least that'swhat Sam says and I need a lot of lubrication. As soon as Sam shoots, I runto the bathroom and douche. I suppose I'm not any man's idea of a dream sexualpartner but Sam doesn't complain. When Mabel reported my vagina was wet I was. While he held me indeep-throat, he reached down and pinched my nose, so I began to gag andsplutter as I choked on his fuck meat. Tears sprang from my eyes, causingthe mascara to run, and drool slobbered from my mouth, running down mychin and dripping onto my body.When daddy finally removed his dick from my mouth, a line of spit wentwith it, suspended in the air between the head of his penis and mypanting mouth. Looking up at him, I slowly moved my head forward, suckingthe hanging drool all the. It was a really nice interlude for me. The bad news was that it was only an interlude. Their other daddy, the real daddy the way I was seeing things, would be home in another day and I would be nothing but an occasional visitor once again. It hurt. The reality of that hurt a lot.“That was nice today. I mean us being the mom and dad of the children. I know tomorrow they’ll have their real dad back, but today was nice,” I said.“Sam...” she started. She was beginning to fully realize how things.