There was only one problem with this and that was one day she would not be young and hot anymore! Then what would she do?She had seen other women like...her move from the best gentlemen's clubs to the low end strip joints or worse. Melanie was not going to let this happen to her.So she watched for rich guys to come in that she could work on to be her sugar daddy. However she knew that was not a sure thing for her old age so the next thing was to find one that would marry her.This is what happened. If I’m being honest, and for once in this tale I Scout’s honor am, there’s something deliciously wicked about watching the love of your life getting brutally fucked by her archenemy. And not just any archenemy either. Fucking Wendigo with her stark white skin and her flaming red hair. The personification of villainy and dark, corrupt desire.My prick leads me like a dousing rod, twitching each time Wendigo flexes her tight pale ass to plunge deeper into Laila’s spicy cunt. I take hold of her. The last line had seared itself into his brain and kept repeating itself over and over like an old phonograph record with a terrible scratch in it: ‘Cal, I can’t write to you anymore. I am so sorry. Please forgive me. Jenny.’ He finally rose from the chair, absently picked up a dog treat from the basket by the door and walked out of the house, catching a familiar trail up the ridge where he could sit and think as he looked out over the Ozark Mountains which were his home.. I loved it when I lay on my back and she would ride me like she was riding a bronco. I loved seeing her juices running down my cock. I can’t tell you how many times I came in her that week. **** It was now three months later and she just got back from the doctors office. ‘Jarrod, what do you want to name our little girl? You have six months to decide.’ ‘Can we name her Victoria, after my mother?’ Jen had tears in her eyes when she said, ‘Victoria it is.’ Our motel renovation was done. It looked.