Slightly roughened, it could be cigarettes or singing. She didn't smoke.She read the note."Sweet Melinda ("If he could see me now, he'd change that ad...ective," she said. I disagreed.)"I'm sorry. I tried to cope. I had you to delight me. But you have her in your face and your sweet disposition. I would never forget, but your constant reminder..."No, it's not your fault. If anything you prolonged my life for five more years. But even you couldn't make life bearable without her in it. She came. After what seems like an eternity, you finally arrive at your destination where a soft female voice whispers in your ear, “Kneel, bitch.” You do not kneel right away, your mind still trying to wrap itself around what is happening or what is going to happen. “I said ‘kneel, bitch’. Now!” the voice louder now, but still not loud enough to drown out Kevin’s continuing moans. Now you obey this soft but firm voice. As you kneel, your hands are pulled both down and forward where they are locked. - You can get undressed now. Keeping stockings, she layed down and spread her legs. Got ready for dick. I always wondered who fucks these pussycats. It was more clear to me now: just who really wants. I hammered my big cock deep and began to fuck her slowly. She wasn’t aware – this will take a while. I was doing her with extreme pleasure. Threw her left – wright all over the bed. Then I took her doggystyle. - Easy... – she cried. „Aaaaaa, there we are! Monster, a? John screws, beauty!“. I moved my hand from her hot crotch, back to her tiny tits and I kissed her some more. I loved feeling her grunt and groan into my mouth as I tweaked and pinched her little nipples. After a bit, my hand went south again, only this time I slid my hand inside her shorts. Fuck, she was hot. And I was right, I had felt moisture through her clothes she was getting wet for me. I went as slowly as I possibly could, stopping a moment and running my fingers through her scant bush, which felt more like.