“Sierra!” he called.I staggered a few steps towards him and let him pull me into a bear hug. It felt unbelievably good to have him there, his stea...y presence a balm for my troubled soul. I sobbed on his shoulder, and he just allowed it, squeezing me silently.Once the shudders shaking my shoulders stopped, I pulled away, though tears still trailed down my cheeks. I realised I still had my hands full – with a journal and a partially-unravelling wool sweater. I rubbed the tears off with the. .. but... They dress so sexy and have great shoes. OMG, andtheir hair is always the best. I mean, I hope I can be half as perfectas them." That's my girl. Plus, you have to move your hands around when you talk.Roll your eyes. Lick your lips." Right? Because, like, I want people to notice me." He waved a handalongside his face, fluttered his eyelashes, and ran the tip of histongue over his ballooned lips. "It's special to have everybody look atyou because it's... special." Whoa. You. I knew that he was a writer — and understood what it meant to us. If he was working, he went into his office and closed the door. I wouldn't bother him, unless it was something urgent. When he wasn't working he was great with Millie. If I was tired, I could take a nap knowing our baby was in good hands — and that meant diaper changes, feeding and bathing, and naps.He did have to travel some, but it wasn't too often, and usually just for a day or two. His writing was progressing nicely. His. Fuck me!" Collette soon cried out passionately no longer accepting the tease of my cock to her cunt as I continued running it up and down the furrow of her garden.Now angling myself, I thrust, driving my steel hard cock into her depths, impaling her fully. Her gasp of surprised acceptance forcing the air out of her lungs as she expelled it, her ass lifting up off the bed as she strove to take me even more deeply than I already was.I felt my balls softly slap against my sister's ass, felt them.