Of course, she tried to pry it out ofme but I stood firm and told her she would find out when she got here.She would be home in another week and I wou...d meet her at the airport. Ihad spoken to her a couple of times since she left. I knew that she wouldbe very busy at the seminar. When she got to her relatives, she told methe seminar was great, that she learned a lot, made some good contacts.She had been visiting her relatives 2 days now and was tired. They werehaving a lot of fun playing. " It was a different era I'll admit," I answered. "I think they would consider what's usually made today nothing more than porn with a plot." Sometimes they don't even bother with a plot." She added and I could only nod. "So what is it you're doing up here?" Running the ship of course," I replied."Yeah right," she snorted. "With your feet propped up and smoking that ragweed. You look really busy." I work smart, not hard." Your AI does all the real work," she pointed out."That's working smart,". .” Bridget moaned. Paul knew that this would do it … that she would cum harder than she ever came before.. and he fucked her hard till she did.. Bridget screamed.. screamed hard and long as her pussy.. her ass.. and her entire body orgasmed.. He had to cum too. Her cunt was pulling his dick.. stroking it as she came on him. Without a word… Paul pulled his big thick dick out of his little girls pussy… and eased.. JUST the head of his dick.. he eased it into her asshole… THAT was it.. with just. Photographs and letters spilled out from its depths. The first to catch my eye was a postcard. From Alexis. I would have recognized her handwriting anywhere. The old sensation rose in my throat, the same that comes whenever I think of her. I read it and never have before, though it was addressed to me. She signed it, "with love."There were photographs of us. Polaroid. Developed. Digital prints. One at Lake Michigan. Another in Calgary. Places I could recognize only from the tourist signs in the.