All I could do was moan. Mmmmmmm. Pull them out, slut. You did and he grabbed each side of my face and shoved. Just like with Daddy I relaxed my t...roat and he went in. And in and in and in until his balls were slapping my chin as he rucked my throat. Daddy was hard as a rock and dripping. Let's airtight him. He moved to my rear and got my ass ready Witt three fingers and lube. When he was satisfied with how open my ass was he shoved his cock in hard and bottomed in me and I. " He asked, "What turned you on about it?" She replied, there was something about when you started cumming into his mouth and on his face. The eagerness with which we lapped up all your cum and the way you moaned when you were cumming. I got wet. I didn't tell my husband, but later that night I masturbated." He asked, "Are you wet right now?" She replied, "why don't you find out." I watched as she spread her legs to reveal her freshly shaved pussy. She had never done that for me before so I was. We are not through here." he shot out in a sort of annoyed tone. Her eyes now fell. "I hate when you make me play this role Jenny." Use their name to keep the focus, say the name with a very tiny hint of content. Everyone loves to hear their name, whether good or bad, but the tone in which it is said is picked up subconsciously he quoted to himself. "I want to come in here and smile, compliment you on your attire and your hard work! Instead I have to chastise you over small insignificant. The sad thing was Robert was diagnosed with cancer and after a relatively short illness he died. Helen was as you can imagine devastated and grieved heavily. She went off the rails for a while, drank too much, had disagreements with her family and friends, overall lost her mojo and sense of purpose. At the time we did not see much of Helen, when we did you could tell how devastated she was. We learnt more about her grieve and emotions long after Robert’s death as Helen came back from the abyss.