Minutes went by as heheld me...."Trisha?" I heard him say softly, one ear pressed against him, rumblingwith his low chest frequencies."Yes, Daddy"...t...ere was no sex in my voice, there was just a shell of aperson, a lost child...."I want to talk to the man inside of you, just for a moment....is thatok? "I got scared "Are you..upset, Daddy? I'm sorry..I...'" Shhh..shhhh..I'm not mad at all...I just want to tell him....that Iknow he's there, I appreciate the time that he's giving us to. She is of the slim, tight configuration, were as Donna is of your more voluptuous type. Betty's best bits are her long slim legs that look great in Jeans or a short skirt; her small tits have never known the confines of a bra are still firm. The memory of Donna's large tits gives me a huge hard on so that night Betty would be getting the benefit."What will you do for me," I asked the half-naked Donna the next time I took her out; her top was off and I was squeezing her tits."Anything you want,". I began to have feelings for her again . I was just waiting for the right movement.Our chats turned to calls , now I have the right to call her anytime I want , her husband is a busy business man , who travel abroad often . She lives with her two kids , so calling her at any point wasn’t a problem .One fine day when I woke up I saw her missed call , I called her backMe : hey , I saw your missed call , why did you call meShe : are you free today afternoon ,I though she might be going to invite. My parents were both very successful screenwriters. My mother had stared in some feature films before she discovered that there was more money and less hassle in writing and selling screenplays and helping produce films. They made a bundle. We lived in a large home on the hills outside Los Angeles. My father had moved out two years ago, just after I turned 16. He and my mother still collaborated, but now by phone, fax and e-mail. He was now living in New York and wintering in the south of.