I got most, but not all of the weekends. Occasionally, though, she did a weekend thing with somebody, returning to tell about where she went but no me...tion of her companion.The thing that most kept me hanging in there wasn’t her lovely face, her lush body, nor the skill with which she used it for our mutual pleasures. It was the deeper bonding of two people meant to be together. Encouragingly, there seemed to be a gradual lessening of her other affairs, maybe sort of a weaning process.The. With my palms cupping her glowing face, I looked into her half-closed eyes and whispered, "I love you."You stupid bitch!!! Why did I do that? Why did I say that? My only hope was that her orgasm had struck her deaf but that seemed a longshot..Of course, she heard it. She jumped up abruptly, knocking me off her lap onto the floor and began to dress quickly, citing her need to catch up on weed-eating. She then sprinted to her car, shattering the fifty-yard dash record, leaving me sobbing on the. .."As they reached the door she saw her dad give her a look of admiration ashe stated, "Well they are both beautiful cars." Sarah just smiled as shenodded, while she swiped her access badge.They hadn't made it but a few steps into the building, before this bigbear of a man stepped around the corner and bellowed out a frustrated,"It's about time young lady!" Then a smile creeped across his bearded faceas he reached out his arms to give Sarah a hug, one which she readilyreturned."Hey big guy,. It didn't take long before I was shuttering and having my own orgasm. I fell back on the floor and shoved my finger deep into my pussy as I began to shake. I bit the finger on my other hand to keep myself from moaning and having them hear me. When my orgasm finished, I began to breathe normally, so I took another peek through the slats. Dad and Wendy had switched places. Now she was on her back, with her legs spread wide while Dad was fingering her pussy and licking the juices. I knew this was.