I saw her almost every weekend when I came with my family to visit one of my sisters or his brother. She worked at her parents’ bookstore when she r...turned from college and took it over once she married. When she divorced, she dropped the married surname of Best and returned to Van der Heyden. I never thought of her in the way most young men would. I knew she was large chested and possessed lovely hips, but to me, she was always just Lottie, the woman who pushed me to write. As I was. Stunned, I sat there for a minute. Marriage! Shit I hadn't said anything about that. I mean, Christ! I'm dead! I can't marry anyone! After a while Maria quieted down and fell in a restless sleep. Looking at her I didn't know what to do. Finally I picked her up and carried her into her bedroom and lay her down. I dampened a washcloth and gently bathed her face. She twisted restlessly but didn't wake up.I didn't know what to do! Finally I realized I would have to put her to bed. I got a gown from. The two black guys and, one nice white one, stayed until last. After making sure that I was loaded and fucked raw; they left me to pass out on the bed. The last one out locked the door.The next morning I felt like I’d been hit by a bus – I also looked like it had dragged me for a few blocks. I was in no hurry to leave so I made coffee and got the cold pizza out of the little fridge. I was semi-decent – at least in the bra and panties with the robe thrown over me. While I did the coffee and cold. She looked up at me and smiled a real dirty smile and then made puppy dog eyes at me and said, Yes daddy. My dick continued to plow her tits. The sound of that word coming out of her mouth just made me a million times hornier. Is that nice daddy? Am I being a good girl, daddy? Does daddy like to fuck his little girls tits? Ohhhh, oh yeah. I moaned. Please daddy, fuck my little girl titties. Fuck them really hard with that big daddy dick of yours. Uhhhnnnggghh I was getting really close, I.