I paid the bill, checked out of the hotel and we headed for our first meeting. All of the meetings went well, and I was at the airport on time for my ...light home.January 7, 1991, Chicago, Illinois“How was the trip?” Kara asked when I exited the terminal.“Productive,” I replied. “Thanks for coming to get me.”We kissed and started walking towards short-term parking.“How is Katy?”“She’s exactly where she belongs,” I said. “She was relaxed and relatively happy. She’s a bit lonely, but I think once. "I'm okay," I said to assure her."Are you sure?" she asked. She dropped down to her knees.I knew I was okay. I knew what writhing in agony was after a foolish bicycle jump several years ago."Yeah."I watched her hand gravitate toward my, well my "injured" area, but then she stopped. For a moment I thought she was going to touch me. She decided to rub my shoulder instead.I stood. Truly the only injury was my pride. I was very embarrassed to let the ball hit me in the nuts."Let's go back," she. I moved back and watched his strong muscular body (He wasn't athletic but he had a naturally strong build with defined muscles) holding my girlfriend as he moved his dick in and out of her. In a very short time he yelled" I'm gonna cum" and she let go of Rich's dick and said "Put it in my mouth"...and of course Bruce did. I didn't see him cumming because she swallowed it all. I had seen him cum when I used to jerk him off and I know his cum shot out.Bruce was smiling now and I asked him if it. She wriggles and cuddles into my side without interrupting her reading.My little girl sighs and turns a page. As she reads she hums softly and the golden sound of her voice wraps around me like a blanket.I run my hand once down my little girl's side and then rest it casually on her hip. My fingers gently pat and stroke the top of her leg.Benito is still talking."Perhaps we can get back to telling me about this bench – this dark green bench. You were saying you celebrated your daughter's third.