Our story begins in the town of Newmarket, in the East of England, where Dean, an office clerk, is returning home from work. At 29, Dean is 6 feet tal..., slightly muscled but heavily overweight. No matter what he does, he cannot shift the gut and ?man-boobs? he has developed. As a result his self-esteem has plummeted, and he has sunk into depression, no longer interested in sex with his wife, and just going through the motions of daily life.As he opens the front door, he hears a strange noise. ”“Call me ‘Daddy,’” he ordered.“Yes, Daddy. Anything for you, Daddy,” said Aylar. His teasing was building her up even more.Finally, Ken obliged. He placed the head of his back to her outer lips and pushed forward. This time, her pussy complied with relative ease, taking him in with no problem. He took a few shallow strokes, allowing the ridge of his cock to stretch the outer ring of her pussy.Aylar could feel the head, now nestled tightly in her body, twitching reflexively. She sensed her. Hard to say and we'll probably never know."It made sense. Diane did value our time together. She always greeted me with enthusiasm when I returned from a tour. She always told me how much she missed me when I was gone. I could hear that in her voice when we talked on the phone. Yeah, I could believe that she didn't want to go out when I was home."Are there any other loose ends?" I asked."No ... not as far a we are concerned. We have his written confession. We've talked to his father and mother. “Tomorrow?” I smiled, I handed her my card.“I’ll be there at 9, that’s when I should be in school.” She laughed a little.I smiled back with a big grin.Next day, I got up early, started setting up for the shoot. Other pictures I had done were always rather spontaneous but this photograph will be created in an almost insane fashion. I worked franticly to have it all ready when she got here.As I stood there looking at the flowers and the flicker of the candles on the white satin canopy above, I.