I put the address in the GPS and headed down the road getting quite excited about my plans afterward. As I was getting close to the address, I noticed...that I was in an area that was populated primarily by businesses. I was used to the GPS taking me to the wrong areas so I started looking for the street numbers to see if I was even in the correct area. The GPS seemed to be heading in the right direction and I was getting very close to the correct number but was still in a business district. I. Karen was laughing on his return, Leon obviously charming her with his humour. He could sense that she felt comfortable in his presence, and he knew the importance of that. He had read accounts of wives taking the plunge in openly cuckolding their husbands. “A sense of humour is very important,” he remembered one married woman saying. “And I always look for a big smile before looking for a big cock. Once I see these then I look at the bulge in a man’s pants and if that looks fine then he’s over. Cum, Daddy, Cum! she cried silently in her mind, trying to will his cock to explode. She tried to suck on his cockhead each time he pulled back, trying to draw his cum by pure will power and the suction of her mouth."Oh, so good, so fucking good!" her father cried as he gripped her head tightly in his hands."Yes, suck my cock! Suck your daddy's cock and make me cum!" he cried shoving his cock further.She felt the head starting to expand and reached up and grabbed his hips and tried to force her. Tara was absolutely broken. I’d murmured the usual condolences and she hadn’t said a word, staring over my shoulder into the middle distance, her lip trembling. I’m not sure she even saw me, really. Outside the chapel I pulled Jo to one side. ‘Where’s Giovanni?’ I asked (Giovanni being Tara’s husband). ‘No one knows. Some of his clothes and his passport have gone.’ ‘Oh shit. Just when she needs him most.’ ‘I don’t think she’s even really noticed he’s gone.’ I made a momentous decision on the.