“Thigh. Please,” Lonna requested.Lonna searched out a seat and found a table that was empty. She sat down to eat. Daryle Wooden walked up and aske... if he could join. She nodded.Soon, a toddler wandered over. Lonna made googly eyes at him. “Come here, boy,” Daryle said. “Where’s yo’ momma.”The k** pointed.“She know you over here?”The boy nodded.“You can’t speak to the nice lady? Say hi!”“Hi,” he whispered and tucked his head into Daryle’s chest.“This my grandson. Grayson!”“Hi, Grayson!”“Hi,” he. God, this is everything. Fucking see lights...brain's going to sneeze. I cum in you hard, four, five, six almost audible spurts of warm, sticky Daddy-love filling your thirsty twat. I push in still, you're too good to quit. My cock is still hard, and you're still beautiful. Soon, nothing but rambling nonsense escapes your lips - your mind is too blank to form a coherent thought. You keep muttering about how you need it, please Daddy, you're a good girl, need it so bad. I taste the sweat as it. He started to grunt softly. “Ah, Uh, Uh...” The eyes glazed over into a primitive trance. He was just rutting on her now. His eyes were void of thought and had darkened into instinct. She felt him grow bigger and harder inside her. She tilted her hips down and concentrated on the feeling of his thick cock rubbing against the inside of her. He was drilling her so hard and fast. She felt a flash of heat and wetness. Her whole insides started to vibrate around him. That did it. He pulled back out. “What is your name fisherman?” I asked at last.“I am Oltos, son of Kakryllion.”Suddenly the screech of a passing gull made me look at his wrists. He did not wear the sacred matrimonial thread. My heart stirred again and gave me added courage.“How much for your catch Oltos son of Kakryllion?”“All of it my lady?”“Aye, I never do anything by halves.”Now he did something that I will recall and treasure all my days; he leant back against the mast of the boat and swung his hips to one side. At first.