I softly pressed my lips against her, and kissed around her warm slit. She moaned and ran a hand over my head, pulling me a little closer. When my lip... finally closed down between her lips, over her clit, she groaned loudly and twisted a little in my arms. I put them around her thighs, and held her hips with a firm grip. Her young, soft moans filled the room as my lips squeezed her little nub, suckling and twisting slightly. ‘Daddy, you’re amazing,’ she spoke with short breath. ‘I always. “Take a seat,” he said, sitting himself in his usual armchair. She sat on the sofa at right angles to him but at the opposite end. Significant. She had physically and symbolically accepted there was now an emotional distance between them.She looked him in the eye.“You will want an explanation,” she said. “Actually, you, more than anyone, deserve one.”He nodded; beyond that there was no reaction.She smiled a little smile, then it was gone again. “If I try to explain, then you could ask me any. " Earlier on in her pregnancy she told me that she'd developed a hankering for milk chocolate."Hal grinned. "Did she ever!"Theresa chuckled but then sobered up again. "I think this was much the same. I gather she's pretty keen on those bullocks and was missing moving among them." Yes. She became very attached to the last lot and was miserable when they went for slaughter. Dad gave her this herd as a wedding present a year ahead of schedule. Oh Lord! They'll be due to go to slaughter four or. My hand slid along my wife's hand somehow still d****d behind my back holding me for support. But I was surprised to find that she was holding something in her hands. Something very hot and slippery. I felt a jerk, when my hand touched the hot rod like thing. Oh it felt so nice. The thing was burning hot and in such cold weather seemed like heaven send. I also held on to it tightly. It was fairly large and I was not able to hold it completely in my hand. I could also feel some throbbing.