Now, how do i get her to do it again?Over the next few days i texted Lisa, trying to reconsile, but she wasn't willing to listen, she said it was some...hing about how she isnt sexy or she was just a failure in the bedroom and made her feel worthless. I told her it was my fault, but she just kept repeating herself. Eventually i just gave up. It was the middle of the summer holidays, and dad was working his usual 8.30am - 6.00pm shift, and mom...well she was doing her usual stuff, cleaning,. We took the road into the town of Pelec's Crossing itself, and saw the bridge in the distance. We rode in that direction until we were standing at the river's edge. The river itself, known as the Nider, was not wide or deep, but it was fast and uneven, strewn with rocks and boulders. The riverbed itself was full of surprise obstacles and sudden drop-offs. The bridge had been built over a narrow but steeply banked section, and I could see the stones where they had fallen into the river and along. But he’s still holding back. I relax my throat and come back to the head, pulling the entire length in again, so the head rubs against my soft palette, and part-way down my throat. I put both hands on his hips, and pick up the pace. I become so absorbed in what I’m doing, I’m moaning myself, and don’t want to stop. His hands are in my hair, holding me in place, and I can tell, that just for a second, whatever plans he had, he’s tempted to let me take him, to come in my mouth and let me drink. Her pussy wrapped tightly around my cock and I fit inside of her like a glove. I leaned back in the chair with my eyes closed and hands still on her hips, letting them rise and lower to her rhythm. In mere moments, her pace quickened, and she was bucking her hips up and down once every second. She must have hit a certain spot that felt really good because once she picked up her pace, her breath started to become shallow and she closed her eyes. “Daddy…I’m…going to…cu—cu—cummmmmm!” She moaned.