No matter how good the sex is it makes you feel dirty. Cumming inside a person who really does not want you is like pissing, it's just fluid. I needed...more, and to be honest so did she. We both wanted to be loved, to feel close to the persn we were fucking. That was impossible for us.My daughter Susan was growing up. She was understandably a daddy's girl. Oh she loved her mother, respected her, but they were not close. By the time my wife reached out for her it was too late. She was a teenager,. “You’d know. Anyway, I’m feeling more relaxed. I’m also planning on hanging out with a friend I met at AA tomorrow.”“You’re hanging out with a friend that you haven’t even met yet? Woah, next level socializing.” I joked.She stared at me blankly for a bit, before breaking into a smile and rolling her eyes. “Dork. I made a friend in AA recently, and tomorrow we’re hanging out.”I was grinning. “I get what you meant.” I told her. “I’m also drinking less.” she told me. “I don’t know if it’s just how. Made a name for ourselves amongst industry insiders.Hired a few more people. Kept growing. I stayed very involved in theday-to-day operations, even as the scope of what we were doing changed.I got my hands dirty, in accounting work, in patent filings, in officeredesign, contract brokering - you name it. And five years later, as a27-year-old man, I found myself owning a company worth a fortune -worth more than double what I'd invested. And damn, I was happy.And here's where things get ugly. Or. It was marvelous. Her body lifted up like one of those giant inflatable characters at a grand opening. The orgasm seemed to expand up through her sexy body and emerge out of her head. The sound she made was like a plea. I realized I had heard it before, softly through the house at night. I knew the cadence of my sister's climax, like a song I remembered only after hearing it played again in some new context. God, it was beautiful. My fingers dug deeply inside my vagina, edging me towards my own.