Thrust (daddy), thrust (daddy), thrust (Oh, daddy), thrust (Daddy); hard thrust (Daddy!)I stopped and remained inside Tristan and slowly caressed his ...utt cheeks and down his back to his shoulders and neck. I leaned back and looked at Tristan. His little peter was dripping. I could feel his pretty heart pounding. Tristan arched his back trying to get my cock moving in his tight ass but I denied him. Daddy was in charge!Thrust (daddy), thrust (daddy), thrust (Oh, daddy), thrust (Daddy!);. Oh how I enjoyed the way he looked at me. The "you are so lucky" look on his still handsome face. As hard as he tried he could not stay away from us. He walked over and said hello. And my wife fell apart all over again. She blushed, tripped on her words, spilled her drink. As I watched them talk I could not deny one simple fact. After all these years, she still was not over him. I was her friend, but it was him that she wanted. He knew it too. I could tell by the sly smile that. We have along day ahead of us."I swung my legs out of bed, planting my feet in hazy square of sunlight.My thick blonde hair hung lankly around my shoulders while I lapped atmy breakfast. As always, the coffee was wincingly sweet, practicallyswamped with milk and honey. Something of an eccentric, my aunt heldsome extremely unorthodox views on diet and nutrition...amongst otherthings.Meantime, Julene went through my closet, sorting out my wardrobe for theday. Almost inevitably, she chose the. The uninjured horses were put into the corral to be disposed of by the Albertsons as they saw fit—Keith had decided that he preferred walking.The next morning, he had breakfast cooked by Mrs. Albertson and left before Mr. Albertson returned from Trinity. Keith had no particular place to go and had no idea where he could find more Comanches, so he figured that the could wander any place he happened to head, one place was as good as another. He moseyed along for a few days, taking the time to.