Now, though, I could smell a dirty diaper two floors away. I was a master at burping and incomparable at getting Silvia to sleep at night.The first th...ng I wrote after Missy died was a short love story from a father to his newborn daughter. I knew, of course, I wasn't really the father even though at times I felt as if I were. I had been editing it in the kitchen over a cup of coffee. I got a phone call and forgot about the story. I went back to the kitchen for a refill on the coffee and Ada. Sally sat up and held out her hands. She said, “Two restoratives please.”Two thin vials of restoratives showed up in her hand. She drank one down and handed the other to Sid. Shaking his head, Sid said, “I don’t need it.”“After that amazing performance, you don’t need it?” Sally asked wide-eyed.Considering that she had lost consciousness about the time that he had entered her, Sid hadn’t even broken a sweat.He chuckled and said, “I barely even did anything.”A little embarrassed when she saw. Go on Andy, you start first..." I looked right at his semi hard, maybe 3 and 1/2 inch long uncircumcised cock as I leaned my head in, parting my lips. I wrapped my soft, rosy pink lips around David's foreskin covered cock head as I used my tongue to dig into his foreskin and I began to lick around his super sensitive, pre-exposed cock head. He moaned softly and then he leaned his head in while holding my cock in his hand, giving it a few strokes. My lil brotthr parted his virgin lips as he got. This guy was not as big as John, but damn he could fuck. His delightful, thick cock was sliding in and out of her with deep, steady strokes, and she was loving every minute of it. Her hands were on her knees, as she welcomed every thrust into her cunt from her husband’s mate. She was so excited now, that she reached down and began to stroke her own clit, in a desperate attempt to climax. Closing her eyes, she locked her mind in a rhythm of penetration and clitoral stimulation. Suddenly, just as.