Enough was enough for all of us and, besides, Mom had said she was tired. I looked forward to next Friday…maybe it would be my turn to fuck Dad…W...uld I have a “little death” again? I could dream, couldn’t I?…so far my dreams were working. I dozed off with dreams of Le Petite Mort. I wanted to “die” again…this time with Dad.AFTERWORD: Later, with trepidation, Dad entered the master bedroom, pausing, and listening. Was Mom sound asleep so there would be no nervous pillow talk? He relaxed. My words ignite you to rub your pussy faster. I love hearing you moan. Kitten, your pussy is so wet I can hear it making that smacking sound. I start to kiss the side of your neck while rubbing and pinching your nipples. You love that don’t you. I can tell because the moment my lips touched the side of your neck your whole body shook. Kitten your nipples are so hard. I can tell you’re getting close. The closer you get the harder I pinch your nipples. Cum for daddy. Cum for daddy kitten. Stop. This continued for a few weeks, then one weekend after a B-B-Q at my bf's, we fucked of to sort some sniff (Racheal kept a tight leash on him, now I know why) we ended up at her nan's empty house wrecked. Although we just had a typical pissed lads hugs appreciation due to his screaming bird kicking of on him for disappearing, I left with a rock hard cock and knocked one off thinking of his half naked body that night. Much too my surprise he messaged me next day to say he was still in the dog. The storage compartment nearby was open and Kelly told me they had just cleared space for some of Sarah's stuff. Her bowling bag and golf clubs were headed for the front closet. As soon as Rick moved, Kelly would move all her stuff into his room."What are you up to?" Kelly asked as she finished moving the contents of one drawer into another one.She looked at Sarah and pointed to the empty drawer."You can bring your things up now and start sorting it out." Sarah smiled and hummed softly as she.