Room 3Ellie and Dad quickly survey room 3 – it's about 12 foot square, made of canvas, with a large square table in the middle, and shower heads dow... the far wall. Ellie squats over the circular drainage hole in the corner and lets forth a stream of golden p*e; relief at last. Dad kneels behind her, gently cupping a delicious, warm dry silky-soft buttock in each hand. Her skin is so perfect, his fingers tingle. Ellie wiggles her bottom from side to side, Dad holds on, widening his grip on her. Her mood changed quickly and soon after told me she had some running to do and would talk to me later.A few days later I got a text from Hanna telling me “ I’m here, i’m real, and i’m not going anywhere” OK. What does that mean? Just what it says.I received this same text 3 other times from her, with no further explanation. Oh well.Other than that I truly believe Hanna needs some help, she has all the classic signs of Postpartum Depression after the last baby, and quite possibly has had it. I put my face up close to his cock so he can feel my warm breath on it. I can smell pussy on his cock.Hell, we’ve been together for how many years now? Twenty-five? More than that. I start licking and sucking on the end of his dick. I can taste her pussy on him.I start squeezing the base of his dick forcing the fluids up towards the tip. Yup, there is a little drop of semen still in his shaft. Aww, she left some behind. Does he know that I know? He’s getting pretty hard now. I have to admit he. I could see when I looked up that her belly had expanded a little from the baby . But what I liked was to see past her small breasts watching her thrash her head around from the pleasure I was giving her. I figured she needed a break when she took her hands away running her fingers through her pubic hairs moaning even louder ."Oh my god " she cried out as a rush of her cum soaked my chin. I let her legs lay limp as I moved up, giving her some of her own juices that I had collected in my mouth..