You grip me tighter. My cock pulses in your hand with a life of its own. You release me. Disappointment floods through my body. Moments later you...grind against me and my cock rests between the two soft mounds of your hot little ass. Are you awake? My hand releases your breast and slides down over the black silk which still covers your tummy. Your tummy button is there waiting, un-kissed. My hand pauses over the indentation in the fabric where that long dreamed of button lies in. He said he’d be here by 4:00, so I left the door unlocked on this blustery winter day. And as I walked through the house to the base of the staircase. I looked out the windows and watched the snow swirl around and make small drifts in the street. I head up the stairs and take off my clothes as I enter my room. I turn on the water and it doesn’t take long for the steam of the shower to fog up the windows and mirrors. I step over the edge of the tub and absorb the hot water as it pours over my. Impossible.But in this life he not only hunted ... he kept a Cocker Spaniel.In my first life he died in 1959 ... people wouldn't listen ... they wouldn't listen when I told them about the puppies ... or the things he did to cats."Charles wouldn't do that. Your father was an honorable man," the townspeople would reply.Don't talk to me about honor ... he was a lawyer.Maybe it was me who was dead and I was in a reincarnation cycle. I have to keep coming back until I get the father I should have. Eric and I live as husband and wife at college. Yes, we realized that we had fallen in love with each other, even though we knew we shouldn’t let it happen. Our parents found out about us when I was eighteen and a senior in high school. We screwed up. Just once, but we screwed up.On a school night, Eric came into my room and we made love a couple of times and we stroked each other and we talked quietly until we both fell fast asleep. Apparently, I forgot to set my alarm for the next day.