My father left us when I was just a baby... Mom said I was about nine months old when he split on us," she said."So your father wasn't there for any o... your birthdays?" he asked."No. Once he left, we never saw him again. I don't know where he's at, if he's alive or dead, or even his name to look for him - not that I would want to find him," she said."I see. Go on then," he said."Anyway, Mom and I made the best life we could. She worked as a waitress and we managed to stay one step... one small. I could feel his hands touching very gently careful never to stray as I lay getting the hand warmed cream applied. I’ve never had a massage before but I imagine it would be exactly like this, his hands seemed so expert at rubbing in the cream. To be honest Journal I lay there hoping he would never finish. Almost asleep I was in a world of pure pleasure.“If you undo your bikini top strap I can get some cream under it and you can sunbathe without leaving any marks.”Journal his voice had a deep. I'd never known them have much in the way of secrets from one another. I wondered what Dad thought about it. I guessed it probably turned him on as well! I tried to imagine him with an erection - not something I'd ever thought about much before - but I couldn't really. I'd seen him naked often enough in the past, but never like that.It was quite soon after that I heard the first familiar sounds from their bedroom. The odd murmurs, then a little gasp here and there. Then some laughter, and more. His arms wrapped around her as he began a slow rocking inside her. Almost immediately Ruby thrust her hips up to match his strokes. She gasped each time feeling full length of his rigid shaft inside her with increased pace as well as the tempo. The slapping sound of their bodies echoed in the room louder and louder. Both became so engrossed in one another that the world around them seemed to have faded away. Sam’s strokes being harder and faster now, his cock burying itself to the hilt inside.