“Oh yes daddy, fuck me - I want it……..oh your big cock feels so good! I have been dreaming about this all day……..mmmmmm, even better than I...imagined.”“Oh yeah baby,” he murmured to me, “your pussy is so incredibly tight. Tell me, isn’t it better to have a man’s cock in you instead of all those boy cocks you’ve been fucking? For years I’ve been watching you going out on dates dressed like a little whore. I would sit at home thinking about all those boys fucking my little girl, fucking her. His request was that I walk in, Drop my pants and sit down on the couch. I was to let him have control of the situation from there. It was cold outside and I remember sitting in the parking lot for a while deciding if I really wanted to do this or not. I always did that. It always takes me a while to get up the nerve. By the time I got out of the car I was cold. When I got to his room the door was opened, the security bar between the jamb and the door holding it opened just a crack. I walked. She felt her defenses melt away and a sudden gush flow from between her legs. "Tell me, what do you tell your husband when he asks what we do here? Where is this inner strength each time he asks why you return, so desperate to be fucked by another man? How does this infinite capacity to love your husband serve you when he looks deep into the eyes of his sweet wife as another man's semen leaks slowly from the depths of her belly? Does he see it, this strength of yours? Or is it regret, pity, or. I watched girl slip out of bed and pad naked into the bathroom. Through the partially open bathroom door I heard her tinkle, then the rolling of the toilet paper reel and finally the flush of the toilet. Water ran, stopped and I even heard the towel slipping back through the ring that held it after she’d dried her hands.Girl padded back out of the bathroom, went to the hook where she usually kept her robe, then seeming to remember why she wasn’t even wearing her pajamas, she offered a small.