D kissed me, on the neck, held me tightly and was slamming into my ass like a mad man. my dick was tight, rolling between me and the sheet. Oh no, I...could feel a rise building. He was breathing hard in my ear, occasionally licking and nibbling away. I was counter stroking his efforts, stopping intermittently while he whaled away. Yeah, he muttered, yeah bitch, who's ass is this? I didn't answer, who's. .ass. .is. . this? No, I thought to myself, no, oh no, this ain't happening, but it. My own daughter would have been six by now.I felt some tears forming in my eyes as I looked at this almost too beautiful to be true young girl.“Please sir, my mother can’t walk that fast. She was seriously injured in the wreck that killed my daddy four years ago. Please, won’t you come back so my mother can apologize to you?” she asked.The words were very adult and grown-up, but were spoken with a child’s lisp.I could see she had already lost some baby teeth.“Please” came out like “pleds,”. " Ah, that's interesting. What, exactly, is your 'mission'?" Albert asked."That's something between me and my nonexistent God," Alex joked, though he wasn't sure the reporter would get it. He seemed to take it a bit too seriously."So what you're saying is that you aren't specifically taking a stance against any established religion then?" Albert asked."Exactly. I'm not trying to establish a new religion. I've got no message to deliver, thus I've got nothing which needs to serve the fodder of. Was the latter any easier for me to take than the former?We talked some more and I said I couldn’t live as an open cuckold. We agreed to separate but not file for divorce right away. We both needed some time to deal with the situation. Kerrie didn’t want us to get too far apart so she made me agree that we would spend every Friday night together. She DID love me and DID like our sex together and I believed her. How could I say no?I began referring to Kerrie as my “ex” because we were not living.