"She nodded."This is what he wants?"My wife laughed. "It's his birthday today. It's a fantasy surprise forhim."The operator grinned. "It's his fantasy...or yours?" I looked her over. Shehad jet black hair cut into a long pageboy. I noticed her footwearimmediately. My wife called them sitting down heels. The heels were veryhigh; I was guessing four inches. The boots were shiny back leather andwere very high disappearing under her tailored white operator's coat. Shewas gorgeous looking with dark. "Oh my god," I moaned as Ellie bobbed on my shaft, it felt so good. We tried to be quiet—not wanting to alarm my sister. Not wanting her to see Ellie sucking my cock.I heard Ellie moan and noticed that she was fingering herself while she was sucking me off. I got up and put her on her back. I got down on my knees and started to lick her clit while fingering her. It didn't take long for her to orgasm—her back arched and she moaned in ecstasy."Fuck me!" Ellie begged after her orgasm, "Please fuck. “Nnnghh! Ah!” Daphne’s cry was a blend of yelp and whimper. Her body jostled as Valerie rammed herself deep inside her guts. Valerie’s thrusts were so deep and jarring that Daphne brought one arm off the beam to clutch her stomach. The other arm still clenched the beam for dear life.“Who’s got the biggest fucking dick that’s ever stretched you out, Daphne?” Valerie moaned. She rammed harder with those powerful thighs and hips. “Who, Daphne?” She screamed.“Fuck! You, okay?” Daphne whined. She. “For you, that is a particularly painful wound.”All she could do is nod.“Grief is not a thing to be defeated,” the rolling waves said. “And it cannot be run from. It can only be weathered.”“I’m so tired of weathering ... everything,” she shook her head. “Every joy just feels like a distraction.”“As it ever is,” the wind said gently. “Life is pain. Joy is what we dilute it in, so we can more easily stomach it.”“There ye go again with that shite,” Belita said with a single mournful laugh. “I.