Never thought I’d feel this way again.” “If only I didn’t have to go back to the coast.” “I can look for something in Seattle,” I said... taking her hand in mine, “I have contacts there and in Vancouver. If Bruce wants you to stay out there, I’ll come join you. Always thought I’d like to live out West.” “Let’s see what happens when I get to Montreal, then. For tonight, let’s just enjoy being a couple again,” Jenny responded cheerfully “I’ll drink to that,” I responded, raising my glass. After. It felt so good, and I'd been without a woman for some while. I figured I would regret it later but this time I couldn't bring myself to make my daughter stop.Smiling, Susie jacked me another minute or so. Then she paused to peel off the oversize tee shirt she wears to bed.My daughter has a deep rich olive complexion she inherited from her mom's side, them all being Italian. Susie has long shining hair so deep brown that in dim light it appears sleek black. The small nipples of her tiny flat. Brett was now squirming and shuddering as his moans and groans became louder and louder. As I reached the tender spot just below his piss slit, Brett suddenly stiffened and gasped as his hot load of creamy cum exploded up his shaft and streamed out right in front of my nose. It spattered all over his chest and belly as his beautiful cock pumped and pumped his balls dry. I stood up and hugged him to me, my own cock now rubbing against his and within a second my own hot load joined the mat of. The one that had upset Pilar so much. Where she had looked for a moment like she might cry.But I knew she wouldn’t. Not after all that she and her mother had been through in their arduous trek from Hondo, Colombia to this country.Neither one talked about it much, but then late one night when the kids were asleep, Lina shared some details with Vanessa and me.“La Bestia was our salvation and our nightmare. You can feel the energy of the train from so far away. The rails hum, the noise — all us.