It put my husband's to shame. "It's ... you're ... beautiful, Dad," I whispered.His mass sank on me in reply, his lips on mine as he penetrated my las... defenses. Slowly he began to move in me, twisting and grinding his pubic bone against mine on each stroke. Even as he fucked, he was kissing my breasts, loving them as my husband never did. "So perfect, Ellen. So perfect." He continued to fuck me with short, strong strokes. His stamina was amazing. I was slowly headed for yet another orgasm.. There was no icy aloofness now, only warmth.“Donny was here.”“Here?” Peggy repeated, looking sharply at Grace.“Oh, yes,” Grace murmured. “He’s a delightful boy, you know, and Paul and I couldn’t be happier that our daughter has taken a liking to your son. We watch Susy carefully about who she plays with, you know.”My God, Peggy thought. This woman is talking as if those two children are planning a marriage, or at the least an engagement.“We love to have Donny here, Peggy,” Grace went on. “We. I consider myself a poet. I’ve had this conversation with my cousin, who is a rapper and who I repeatedly sit in on studio sessions on and write. You’d be amazed at my muse and how fast it goes.“Yo, what you writing?" Jay, my cousin, the rapper said.“Eh, nothing much. Just another cover rap to a song. Since y’all won’t let me on the track. I mean, shit,” I said.Jay shook his head. “You know last time I let you rap on a track? It was bad, bro.”It was. Off rhythm, all that crap. That’s why I. “Please let them out.” There was not a dry eye in the room. Alice beat Michael to Beth, knowing when the statement would end. She had written it with Beth.Hours later, Peter delivered the video to McDale’s father.McDale received the video at breakfast, sitting with his wife and two daughters. He opened the file. They all cried for Beth and for Robert.He sent the file to Robert’s lawyer and called him as soon as the e-mail left his machine.Then he called Peter. “I owe that girl a life,” he.