Moaning loudly. “I want you to come in me.” I said, between my moans. He picked up his pace even more. My pussy even more wet, clenching as hard a... I could. I felt him even getting harder than before. Knowing he was closer and closer. I moaned louder. “Yes Daddy. Fuck me.” I screamed.“I’m going to fill you up.” He said, grabbing my hips firmly. “Yes Daddy.” I moaned.Just then he moaned loudly and thrusted into me will hard slow thrusts, feeling his seed fill me up. My pussy being filled by. I heard nothing on Wednesday. It was like he had disappeared from the face of the earth. For a very brief moment I considered calling the FBI until I realized how completely ridiculous that would be.The ache of not knowing where he was, of just not being with him, was overwhelming. Was this the price of love or infatuation or whatever it was? I wasn't sure I was willing to pay it.On the other hand, how do I avoid paying it? How do I stop feeling the need to be with him? How do I give up the. I sat at the dressing table looking at my wife covered in cum, wondering if she had been wanting it to happen. I am first to admit action in the bedroom is a little sparse at the moment and that is mainly down to me and my work.I have noticed recently her style of clothes have changed, lower neck lines on her tops and more transparent blouses, but I though that was because she had just became a granny in her forties and it was her mid life crises. And why did she hang her underwear outside for. "Now you can look around the room," she told me as she went to shower.I did look around the room, and it was a much nicer upgrade that the one I'd had before. Instead of my window overlooking the pool, there was now a little balcony off a patio window. We were 6 stories up, but below us was the strip. It was a pretty sweet view. The entire room was wide open, similar to what I remember seeing in a few movies with the floor to ceiling windows and the balcony that overlooked the strip. The only.