”There were no words I could speak; I could only give him the doleful, perplexed look of a puppy that was given a command which it could not underst...nd. “Don’t worry kid,” he said reassuringly, “daddy’s here, just enjoy yourself.”As my tongue pressed against the shaft of daddy’s cock, I was inebriated with the musk that suffused the thicket of his course pubes, and my chin touched his pendulous, plump nuts. As daddy’s breath became increasingly heavy, he began to softly cuss and moan. My soft. Apparently Mr. Stump was a popular spot for the local dependent k**s to hang out. We kissed each other passionately and desperately, like lovers who hadn’t seen each other in years. She told me to sit down on the blanket, as she stood in front of me. She pushed on my chest, and I lay back on the stump. Then she quickly unzipped me and pulled out my semi flaccid cock. She seemed disappointed, but I told her she could make it big in no time. She pumped my shaft slowly and gently, and watched. I recall the last time I was here. The darkness had consumed me and I needed to feel closer to him. I sat here all night trying so hard to make things right again. As if I could change things by mere force of will. But why not? If everyone was invoking the Goddess and her consort tonight then I could surely conjure up someone I love. Someone I know as well as I know myself. Is our love not strong enough to hold him here? To defy the laws of nature? If you believed the Druids than nature itself. So I politely told her, “Madam ATM cards are not available at this moment, it would take around 15-20 days to come from our Head Office.” Hearing this, she said, “OK,” and left the branch.After around 15-20 days, she again came to the bank and enquired about the ATM cards, “Sir ATM aa gays kya?”I said, “No Madam, still out of stock.”She said, “Main jab bhi aati hoon, ATM khatam hi milte hain.” (whenever I come, ATMs are always out of stock) and also gave me a mischievous smile.That smile was.