The guilt would make you go on one of your famous benders and once more, I would be the one picking up the pieces.’ He paused to let her digest his ...ords before continuing. ‘I’m sorry, Kat, but we are who we are. You will always be who you are and I will always love you for it. Just not the way you want me to.’ ‘Why do you have to be so right?’ she said, breaking down in tears. He wiped some of them away, comforting her some more. ‘C’mon now. Sit up. Your food has arrived. I’ll feed it to you.’. That didn’t leave much for me to get you. However, I figured that you might enjoy going skiing between Christmas and New Years with some of your friends. I know they usually go to Aspen, so I’ll cover your trip there.”The young woman threw herself at her father and wrapped him in a hug. She was amazed that he was able to do just the right thing for her over and over. Every year, she had watched her friends go skiing over the winter holiday wishing that she could go with them. She stepped back. ‘Not even a fallen angel – huh?’ Leander asked the minx before she murmured, ‘I’m fallen, but not an angel, sir!’‘Then, why were you wearing white shoes, white stockings and white lingerie and a white gown before you took the gown off, bitch?’ Leander gruffly inquired.‘Because my role is a chorus-girl getting married, sir.’‘One husband’s not enough?’ the sergeant said.‘No, sir, I’m promiscuous, sir!’ Anelia moaned.‘That’s right! How many dicks have you screwed since we’ve been in Colorado. My jockeys followed, letting my erection spring clean. I looked in Lee's eyes and she nodded. I put my cock at her wet entrance, slipped it up and down a couple of time to smear the lubrication and then eased it into her.I was surprised at how tight she was, although it should have occurred to me that with her husband out of town for the last six weeks, she would be tight from lack of use. It took me several minutes to ease my cock into her wet pussy a little at a time.When I finally bottomed.