“I want his cum!” Trish said, looking like a wild woman as she stroked my cock hard and fast and looked me in the eye. “Cum for me! Cum for me!�...� Trish yelled at me as she stroked my cock with both hands, making sure to run the finger and palms of her hands over the smooth skin of my sensitive head. “I want your cum!” These were orders, not requests. Trish gritted her teeth, stared into my eyes and stroked my shaft fast and hard with both hands. The whole thing happened so quickly. A new lady. After the lunch I told her I am staying at home the next day. She smiled and kept silent. I was eagerly waiting to see her near parking next day and she didn't appear. As I was getting little worried my calling bell buzzed and as I opened door I found her outside in tee shirt and jeans. She smiled at me and entered in. I was wearing shorts n tees and welcomed her in. As she came in and looking around I closed her and unable to control I hugged her from behind. She moaned and held my hands. This was a message even the cheaters could get their heads around. I was pretty sure of that one.“Daddy, about the things you heard me say that day. I didn’t mean any of it. You know that!” she said. “How could I mean something like that, any of that.”“Because you did. Because you have another dad who you are invested in and I’m just in the way and that’s all there is to it. I’ve heard it. I’ve heard it from all of you. And, I understand it. You have busy lives, and having to care for and pay. It wasn’t that many years ago when Donovan Corbett’s life was in control. Each day followed the order and routine of the previous day. The world was quiet and tranquil. Everything had an appropriate place and things were always where they belonged. The hours spent working were productive. The hours spent reading or listening to music were enlightening and relaxing. Victor was an assistant who actually assisted. There were no growling horses. There were no stuffed unicorns with beady, staring.