I would often travel this route because it made my journey home more quicker. However it went past a bridge which was often cluttered, and unfortunate...y there were sine semi-trucks that were blocking the way, and at the last moment I just fell asleep.That is when my life changed forever. In fractions of a seconds that my life did not see, my car hit the back of a semi-truck trailer which was angled towards the river. My car smashed into the wheel and slid of the side directing my car straight. I wanted a little of what Laura was getting when I let him finger fuck me to an orgasm.John was on the phone when I got home from work Wednesday night. When he saw me, he covered the phone with his hand and silently mouthed ’Laura.’ I put my finger to my lips to let him know I would be quiet. But that did not stop me from kissing him on the cheek. I was still a little giddy from last night’s phone sex. I went to the kitchen to start supper, but John already had the leftover spaghetti and. "Come, Davey, we'll go into my office."She led the way, and I admired the sway of her hips and the roll of her arse as she led me across the floor to an office in the corner of the room.The office was large, with a roll top desk, a well stocked bar, and a chaise lounge set in one corner. Ellse poured herself a drink, offered me the same (I refused, it was a bit too early for me) and sat down at the desk. She motioned me into an easy chair on the other side of the desk."Well, Davey, I knew you. To let him in any father would be to not know. As of now she has let him in as far as she has let anyone else, so she know how it will feel if he was to disappear, to let him in farther would be to not know how hurt she could become. To let him in farther would be to tell him everything, to let him explore, and to let him ask anything he wants and for him to get a real answer. To let him in more would be to not hide from him, to stop hiding from him what has always been hidden. To let him in.