This made him feel jealous. ?Daddy didn’t tell me that you are so? broken.? ?What did he tell you?? Rachel asked. ?That your legs are broken ?an... your arm.? ?That’s true.? ?But why the cast is covering your tummy?? ?They had to do that in order to immobilize my legs completely.? ?Does it hurts, mom?? ?No, no my dear.? Danni sniffed a couple of times, then the tears started pouring out of his eyes. ?Please stop, Danni! You are going to break my heart as well.? He thought her words. I had been horny for weeks, my aroused mind craving a dress up session. My wife would be in work and Zoe our fifteen year old daughter would be in school till after six. That gave me at least six or seven hours before anyone would be home.I let myself into the house and straight into the bedroom. I quickly took off my clothes, and noticed the anticipation was already beginning to have an initial effect on my cock. A quick shower and I was soon opening my wife’s bottom drawer, where she stored. Her face crumbled when they showed her the Asset Forfeiture paperwork.At this stage, it seemed that Thatcher was simply one greedy woman. She wasn’t part of some international child exploitation ring. The current belief — part hope, part evidentiary — was that the Mortons were the only ones, at least in the States, who purchased children for sex from Thatcher.Several European families had adopted young children — mostly under ten years old. So far as the authorities could determine, these were. Lifting myself off of him, I turned around to face him while straddling him again. Without a word, I reached around and inserted his engorged cock into my sopping pussy. As I inched my way down his length, I leaned forward and kissed him deeply tasting all of my fluids on his lips and face. I love the way I taste...it drives me wild.With his hands on my hips, I sat up so he could take in the view. As I rode him, I played with my nipples, something Steve used to love watching me do. Ken didn't.