..she knocks on the window and we drive away. I ask her who she is and what tha fuck she's doin in my shit, but she says nothin. I ask again wit a lil...threat in my voice, and the bitch tells me to shut the fuck up. I shake my head as to clear away fog or sumthin away from my brain. then she starts touchin herself, im tellin dis broad ta stop, i cant watch this shit...and she starts moanin and gyrating and tellin me ta watch her, i tell her no repeatedly, but she becomes more insistent, tellin. Seamus had barely sorted out the cause of his pleasurable sensations when another swipe of Rocky's tongue over the super sensitive tip of his cock had his back arching and streams of cum pumping into her mouth which she greedily lapped up, causing Seamus to nearly black out as the sensations nearly overloaded his nervous system.When he had his breath back Seamus reached out and hugged the dog. "I don't know if it makes me sick," he whispered to her, but if you want to do that every morning I'd. But I'll find a way, I promise you that," I gave her my vow."That's what your heart is telling you, Dad?" she softly asked, and seemed to know the answer without my confirmation. Before I could say a thing, she kissed me with a warmth that almost defied description. It wasn't a kiss of deep lust and passion, nor one of duty. It was soft, gentle, almost a caress, but filled with more love than I'd felt since my wife had passed away."Mine's telling me the same thing," she let me know. "For as. She wasn’t having money problems, but she lived modestly. She saved and invested and had five daughters. Her ex-husband had left her after the youngest was born. He was upset that she had produced no sons. Jackass. Still I am glad he did for I would have never met her other wise. We got married three weeks ago. Our honey moon was a week long and we were both eager to get back and start our life together and, even though neither of us would admit it, back to work. A week and a half ago she died..