" I never knew that. That's why you've been so bitchy. You've been stuck in this room for three days, you must feel like the walls are closing in." Yo... got it. And I took it out on you. I am sorry." Hey. How many times have I taken my shit out on you? Come on. It's nice to be needed, instead of being needy. I learned a lot about myself the past couple of days, because you've been a right bastard, and I stayed, and I took it, because I knew you were hurt and needed me. It feels nice." It feels. I squatted down and she cleaned my dick and ass.Gloria tuned around and crawled up the stairs as I spanked her big ass. I followed her to her big oak hope chest that was at the end of her water bed. She had red satin sheets with about a dozen pillows at the top. She fisted my dick and when I got hard again from her expert mouth, she leaned back and brought her tits up to encase my cock. Her hard nipples sc****d along my thigh and now were dug into my stomach as I rocked back and forth against. Finally she spoke to the woman staring back at her from the mirror. ‘You still look good. You’re still sexy. Hell, you actually look downright hot, right now! What’s wrong with him? Why isn’t he interested in you anymore?’ The lady in the mirror didn’t answer, she simply stared back at Bridget. ‘Don’t just stand there looking all hot and bothered! Think of something! Do something!’ Bridget barked. In her mind, she could almost hear her reflection reply, ‘Look at me! I mean, what else can I do?. "Daddy! It feel so good!", she cried out. At this point I was doing most of the work, but I didn't mind at all. "Good, baby.", I moaned. She had collapsed on top of me and I could feel her warm breath on my neck with every moan and gasp. I had slowed down, but she kept moving her pussy on my dick. She kissed my cheek and neck and slid off of me then cuddled next to me. "John, I have to tell you something.", she said. I smiled down at her. "What?", I asked. She curled closer to me and looked up.