.. I want to pound that ass.... so fucking bad." I yelled as I wrapped my arms around him, holding him down on me as I started thrusting, my cock slid...ng in and out of his ass so fast and my balls bouncing up and down , slapping his ass. "Ohhh yeah.. fuck me! fuck my ass! fuck my ass like that!! fuck me hard!!!" nonstop fucking as I held onto him and he held onto the mattress. The loud clapping sound of my cock pounding his hole as I felt my self cumming. "Fuck.. im going to cum.. im going to. Javier made no attempt to hide his staring as my breasts bounced up and down, the tank top struggling to contain them. I bounced down onto the mattress butt-first and sat there catching my breath. Javier did the same, sitting on the edge of the mattress.“So, I owe you that tequila right?”“No, no, no!” Javier laughed. “Too early for that and I have work in a few hours.”I stood up and walked over to where Javier was sitting. I bent over and kissed him briefly as he sat there, before kneeling. The letters were recent, each one was dated, and they were written and presumably sent, about a week apart, for the last four months. The final letter was dated just days before the family would have left New York on the way to Arizona.The author was a young girl. Her handwriting was beautiful. Every stroke of her pen was a unique work of art, and each word a masterpiece in itself. Wherever that child learned penmanship was not public school.Each letter was signed with her first name only –. "Charlie said, "You sound almost cynical." I don't know. I'm not trying to be. She wanted to explain who she is and why she had to leave us. I get that, but it's like this one meeting was supposed to make up for all the years we missed. She told me she couldn't stay because she wouldn't be happy. I understand that but that doesn't fix all the times I scraped my knee and she wasn't there to kiss it better or somebody picked on me at school and there was no shoulder to cry on when I got home..