.do it for me....make me your girl," she begged as my body tensed and her hand raced along my cock. She was pounding my shaft for all I was worth, her...fingers now grabbing my balls as I uttered moans and groans of indescribable pleasure."Oh honey, yes......you are going to make me cum," I cried as my climax roared. "You are making daddy cummmmmm!!!!!!"The only support I had was my arms in front of my as my cock erupted like a volcano, and my cum splattered all over the shower wall. Roos-anne. A week out of your life, and a week out of his. And then both of you will go your separate ways. No harm, no foul.That thought didn't exactly please me either.I flicked off the bedroom lights and padded up front. I didn't think I'd get back to sleep any time soon, and I didn't want to wake Mike.The dishes were still on the table, the remaining bits of food crusted and dried. I couldn't mind, not in light of what we'd been up to instead.I scraped dishes while I filled the sinks, humming happily. ”“Comfy?” Craig asked when he called that night.“Getting there.” She was alone in the apartment -- it was Saturday night, after all -- and she settled onto the most comfortable chair in the living room.“Because I have all sorts of issues. First, did you like the zoo trip?”“It was marvelous,” she said. “I told you that.”“Yeah. I had thought you enjoyed it, but that might have been projection. Anyway, would you be up to another Saturday excursion, this time to a museum, the Art Institute?”“That. . “Carole ... Rockcliffe airport ... how do I get there? Junior is picking me up.”“The Princess is picking you up?” She wrestled her cellphone out of my hand, did a short search on Google and punched in numbers.“Rockcliffe?”“The Princess is flying in...”“Yes.”“Today.”“Really.”“She’s picking up Ms. Surprise Flintkote.”“You’re in the middle of an Ontario ‘Fly-in?’“200 or so aircraft.”“Well, that should be interesting.”She called another number... “I need a cab...”I raised my hand.“Something?”“Yes.