He was about to lose control if he wasn't careful. His hands stroked down her shaking sides, and his thumbs stroked her face. Finding that he himself ...as trembling, he pulled back abruptly, and let them breathe for a moment. He spared a glance at her and found her staring at him, a mixture of torment, curiosity, and sheer sexual need. Her hair was disheveled, in an extremely sexy just-got-ravaged look. He couldn't help but to stroke the errant piece of hair behind her ear. Her breath caught and. I know I was very young," said Jessica. "My daddydidn't like it." Your daddy didn't like you?" said Emma. "Why?" Because I feel like a girl. He wanted me to be a boy," said Jessica."Is that why your daddy isn't here now?" asked Emma."Yes," said Jessica."I hope you get another daddy, one that does like you," said Emma. "Ilike your hair, you must like it too." I do, though it's still too short," smiled Jessica."Oh, don't worry about that," said Emma. "Nice colour too."Jessica had to smile at. I was so scared I could not be a good father, I had to stifle you in the process of taking a kind of control. And then when I can’t feed off you in the night anymore, I turn on you.’ The intensity of the situation causes us both to stop and to reflect for just a moment. Everything is pouring out of me. Every feeling I’ve had, every frustration and all my pent up lost love. I want him so much, but I want him my way. Our way. I never want to compromise for or with Peter again. ‘Peter, I won’t. She pulled her jacket up from her shoulder to make a little tent over my cock, helping to shield it from view. She kept stroking me and my hips increasingly fell in tune with the rhythm of Sheri’s grasp. In the passing glow of the lights, I could see a mischievous smirk on her face as she worked my cock towards the finish. With the restaurant in sight I unloaded underneath Sheri’s jacket and I could feel my fluids splashing all over my crotch. Sheri expertly milked me until last drops oozed.