I got the bags of new clothes and lingerie, and took her hand as we walked out of the theatre, through the mall, and out to the car. I opened the door...for her, and as she got in, she bent forward to give me a nice view down her dress. I gave her a passionate kiss, and then closed her door and went to the other side of the car, got in, and started driving us home.Monica caressed my cock through my slacks. She used a whispery sexy voice and said, “I’d give you a blow job daddy, but I’m afraid it. But it doesn’t need to be fully functional for what I do.”“Okay.” Her voice sounded uncertain.“Before I start, I need your help. Something I’ve been putting off for far too long.”“The families?” she asked. I nodded. “They’ll understand. That it’s taken you awhile.”“Every day that goes by, without...”“Joshua. You have nothing to feel guilty for. You didn’t kill those men. Those animals did.”I sighed. My lingering sense of responsibility for the attack was a well-trod discussion between us; no. The next week she arrived promptly. I pointed her to the screen, behind which she could undress, to prepare for the sitting. She just walked over to the couch I had in a darkened corner, disrobed, and placed her belongings on a cushion. She turned around and walked proudly to the silk and foam covered platform upon which I wanted her to pose. She was tiny; only about five feet tall. And her breasts were round, like firm apples. She was clean shaven in the groin area, while the hair on her head. . maybe." Well, just start small and you'll be all right. Or, if Michael getsthere first, let him know you're still intact then dig your clawsin."I just shake my head because I can't believe what she's promoting."Hey, your birthday in a couple of months, isn't it?" You know it is." Hey, remember I wasn't too good of keeping track of things likethat. That was your mother's job. Hell, I missed more than oneanniversary, too." Okay, my birthday is in a couple of months, so what?" Hey girl, you.