He knew just where the edge was, and exactly when to take her over it. She came hard, and squealed in ecstatic agony. She continued to cum as he broke...the kiss and lifted his head, still holding her ankles back, his lips and chin dripping with spit and cunt juice. And while she was still quivering in post-orgasmic waves of electricity, he slipped his raging hard cock inside her and buried it all the way to his balls. Her vagina clamped shut over its length and her body convulsed. The breath. The letter started out by saying:"Dear Mr. Frazier," My name is Jessica, I have reason to believe you are my father."Bret broke out into a cold sweat and sat down to finish reading the letter. The letter went on to explain on how she came to this conclusion of her parentage and said she just wanted to know about her father. The letter contained her contact information.In the letter, Jessica mentioned her age and that her mother was Ahn Lee, a Chinese American. Bret remembered Ahn Lee fondly as. Aunty –”kafi dino se mujse koi bhi baat karne ke liye nahi tha main sochti thi sayad aise hi akele mar jaaongi, mere pass sabh kuch hai magar ek pyar karne wala nahi hai”’Me–”’aunty main ho naa”Aunty –”’sach me tum mujse pyar karoge”Me—”’bahoot jyada”’Ye sunte hi aunty mere lips par kiss karne lagi ,hum ek dusre ke lips par kiss karte phir ek dusre ki aankho main dekhte . Ab aunty ne thodi jyada pili thi aur wo kaafi nashe main thi unhone mujse kha ”darling mujhe bedroom main le chalo, main. Why don't you trust me and find out?"She had steadfastly refused his obscene suggestions, however. Right up to the point where she felt that she was losing him. He would go out and stay out all hours after awhile, and not make any excuse. In the morning she would find his shorts covered with lipstick. Finally she couldn't take any more of his silent, withdrawn treatment. She consented tearfully to do whatever he wanted, if it would make him happy and he would stop being silent with her.In.