He left a letter in an envelope for her before he left.”As Laura rode home on the EL, she couldn’t shake the angst she’d been feeling all day. A... much as she had never understood why Aunt Beth and Uncle Josh had been pushing so hard for her father to come to Chicago, particularly on the day they would cut the ribbon for the rec room. And now she was riding home to meet him. GOOD LORD, she thought I wonder if he has seen the room yet.He had been so understanding when she was going through her. My wife and I had enjoyed a healthysex life and despite her death and my refusal to see anybody new, I had keptremnants of that life around. I suppose, given the circumstances I should havetaken better care to keep such things hidden away. We had made a true investmentin our lifestyle with my dominant side more than willing to mesh with her submissiveside. For years the big black box remained hidden in my closet, nearly forgottenabout. It wasn't until I returned home late one night and. As she frantically shook her head and twisted her hips, trying to escape his hand, he let one middle finger trail slowly along the lips of her cunt, back and forth. Leaning forward as he did so, he bit at her erect nipple, sucking it into his mouth and roughly attacking it with his tongue.Her eyes widened again, but this time in surprise. Moist heat began to make itself felt through the crotch of her pantyhhose; he felt her pussylips beginning to open under his rough touch.I couldn't believe it. Katie had another orgasm. I made her cum seven or eight times and she was getting tired. I told her to put her arms inside her knees, spreading her pussy to their widest. That’s when I moved up, and massaged her clit with the head of my cock. Back and forth, I knew I wasn’t going to last much longer, so I eased inside her. You ever heard that song, “Cadillac pussy”? It was written about Katie’s. This was the Wimbledon of pussy. She was so tight; it felt like soft, tight velvet. But at the.