Zane felt his ear itching more even than before,and he removed the dandelion from its perch. He looked at it, andthought that it seemed larger and ye...lower now than it had before. Healso realized that despite his earlier problems fitting in thebeanbag chair, he was now curled up in it quite comfortably. Everything, indeed, seemed larger and brighter than it had before. Zane struggled to free himself from the chair, and stood up. He stoodup and found himself eye-level with the side of a. "I'll have you know those were made-from-scratch, cooked-on-an-iron waffles. We had eggs, flour and baking powder; it was waffles or pancakes. I'm a guy; I wanted to use the waffle iron." "I'm jealous. We were always running around so much I didn't have a real waffle until I stayed at Lara's when I was about fourteen. Her mom made Belgian waffles, with fruit and whipped cream." She smiled at the memory. "Those were fantastic. I got her to teach me and tried to make them at home the next. ‘Love you, Daddy.’ ‘Love you, too, kiddo.’ It was fair next day, no sudden showers, and Catherine Johnson acknowledged me with a little wave as she was about to make her own way to work. I got out of the car and waited until she was close. She smiled. A cool, polite smile. ‘Can I bother you for a moment?’ I said. ‘Of course. What is it?’ ‘My daughter informs me that Annie is her best friend, and asked if she could have her to stay with us, Friday night. It’s fine by me and I told Judy I’d ask. Now her hands slid to my ass and she grabbed each cheek, digging in her nails.I thrust harder and harder, each thrust providing her more pain and excitingme. She begged me to stop. The pain was too much and she could not take it.I ignored her pleas, thrusting as hard as I could. I felt my orgasm building from deep within me. And then, with one final thrust,I grunted as if I were an animal. Then the orgasm took full hold of me andI filled her insides with cum. Spent, I collapsed on top of her..