Dear Ned, I hope that this letter reached you by now. I have to say, I have been wondering about how things are for you. Are you really down in Acapu...co? I never thought that you’d actually do it, leave the States, retire from your job, and move to a resort town, but I guess that you needed to get away. I suppose that I don’t blame you. Life must have been really rough on you lately, courtesy of yours truly and a certain gentleman who shall remain nameless. Look, honey, I know that I haven’t. Her tops were either a jacket or a blouse. It was obvious to anyone that watched that she wasn’t wearing a bra, but you could never directly see her tits or her nipples. She was covered and alluring to anyone and everyone. The guys in the shop would stop and watch her as she would walk through on her way out. I think she liked taunting them – it was the exhibitionist in her. During that first month we spent a great deal of time together after hours – at first for the sex. It was nothing for us. Shutting your eyes, you have your head leaning back. Your hair tickles your shoulder blades, heightening your arousal.Removing your hand back out, you use your glistening fingertips making a tight circle with your thumb through which the cock could pass. Your juices lubricate the mushroom head tip of the cock, wetting it, getting it ready for fucking. Feel your pussy spasm; you believe that you may climax, but you choose to wait. You need it good, wet and hard.The bedside table has many goodies. I swallowed. “Um, Daddy, there's—”“You're wearing the necklace,” he said, touching the cross dangling between my small breasts. He picked it up, stroking it. It was almost like he was reassuring himself that I was wearing it. That it even existed. “That's great.”“I like it,” I said, my heart squeezing tight. What if he did make me wear this? Why? “Um... Daddy, what are we going to say when people start realizing we're pregnant? I mean, who is going to be the father?”He swallowed. “Well, you let.