I took it like a good boi. I began to moan. “Ohhhhh, ahhhhhh…uhhhhh…yes…”Chas said into my ear in a low tone, “Yessss….take it …. Fuck...back into me… take it, fuck me and moan like a bitch…”I could feel his cock hitting and then passing my g-spot and taking me to orgasm. I moaned exactly as he wanted…”Ohhhhh…yessss…fuuuck meeee….uhhhhhh…”Chas then took it to a new level, “Call me sugar daddy you little girly whore…call me sugar daddy…and beg me to fuck you…”Pressed against the fur, the erotic. ’ A few minutes later, Sara – now two – was fed and playing on a quilt on the kitchen floor. I told my mom what I’d almost done at the tavern the night before, of how I felt I had killed my Billy. ‘Kitty, what you done was wrong, I cain’t say it weren’t. But, child, you didn’t kill Billy. The war killed him. I’m glad you came home when you did – thanks to God for that.’ We sat and drank coffee, Sara blissfully ignorant … and happy playing on the floor. I started trying to put my life back. I swear my dick was inside a vacuum cleaner again. I opened my eyes to look and see what was going on, and all I saw was the top of your head. I had never had a women give me a feeling that was this good before, and you started going up and down on my growing huge hard cock. Within a couple of minutes, my cock was rock hard again. Every time you deepthroated me, you gagged, but you kept going. I took your hands from my cock and placed them on the sides of my hips. And put my hands in your hair. This was when the thoughts started. That night I dreamed about having sex with her. That never happened though. For some reason I just knew, even though I saw everything, that she wouldn’t even let me see anything again. I didn’t understand why not, if I had seen it all, why would it matter if I saw again. Unfortunately this thought did not come to me until about half a year after the holiday, otherwise I may have been having sex with her in the hotel room, after seeing her maybe even getting a.