Doctors, psychiatrists, clerics, they all tried and failed to ease her depression, six months worth of treatments of one form or another and all for n...thing.Not that she neglected me or anything, it was just that the sparkle, the life had gone out of her and I was desperate for some way to cheer her up. I'd racked my brain for months trying to figure out something that I could do, taking her out was not an option, a priest had suggested it and she had tried it with no success, but I knew there. He got out his camera and took pictures of me, like that, bending over and other positions, it was so exciting. He then told me he would show his friends and perhaps invite them next time I visited, which got me really horny. On the way home I asked my parents if I could go back for a sleepover on the holidays, they said yes! Can't wait!The journey to uncles houseUncle picked me up from home and started the two hour drive to his place.I was excited as I was going to stay the whole weekend, and. A pile of papers – documents that he needed to review for a case at work - sat on the couch beside him, accusingly, waiting for his attention. Lionel pinched the bridge of his nose between two fingers and stared across at his hi-fi. He blinked. The music had stopped but he wasn’t even sure how long ago. A half drunk cup of coffee stood on a low table in front of the couch. Lionel could see it was cold just by looking at it.This was worse than the days before a visit to Clerkenwell, he thought,. “Hi Monique,” I replied, “Sorry I needed a fuck, had to threaten to throw her out but she came round.”Sammy rolled on top of me and kissed me on the lips, “We just fucked bareback Mommy,” she explained, “It was wonderful!”“Oh,” Monique exclaimed, “Then fuck you, I hope you will be very happy.”She was gone as soon as she came.I was getting hard again. Sammy sensed it, she grasped my shaft and wriggled down until she could ease it up inside her once more.We kissed as we fucked. It was beautiful..