Each night I would lay in my bed wearing nothing but my panties and stockings, with my ass up ready and waiting for him. He would come in late, after...he had finished with my mom, and he would feed me his big black dick. I had become totally addicted to him in every way. I craved his manly touch, and I couldn't keep my mind off of his long throbbing cock. It really saddened me that I wouldn't be getting to experience it during the upcoming weekend. In a way I didn't want to go, just because. I watch him open the door to the truck and throw his duffel in the passenger seat. He shuts the door and walks around to the driver's door. Opening the door, he looks up one final time and sends a wink my way along with a very wicked grin."Blow me a kiss, sugar!"Leaning in the door jam, I blow him his kiss and wave my hand. He doesn't see the lone tear sliding down my cheek. He gets in and starts the truck, pulling away from the curb, away from home, away from me.I turn and close the door.. It's a dull day, a winters day, with the skies a steely grey, threatening, and windy, very windy.A door opens and a teenage girl steps out, she is in her dressing gown, as it's still early morning, and she is carrying a plastic clothes carrier, full of a recent wash, and she starts to hang her washing.She stops momentarily and looks up, directly at you and raises her hand, she waves and smiles, you return the compliment, and feel good about yourself, mostly because she has acknowledged you.The. We didn’t talk of anything deep or consequential, just chatted and ate and fell deeper in love with each other.When we were done, Emma wanted to go see the new Star Wars movie. We’d missed the premier due to exams, so all five of us piled into the cars and watched the strategic reset from the awful prequel trilogy. I loved it. At no point could the word “innovative” be attached to it, but it was Episode Seven. Instead, it was a tribute to its own heritage, bringing back characters that the fans.