I'm not even sure how many of them have passed. How long will I be here? When will I be able to come home? Daddy is here sometimes to visit. I run up ...o him when I see it's him coming across the field. I run up to him all smiles and hellos and he pets me like a good little girl and then he fucks me. Sometimes he'll ask how I am and I tell him I'm okay but I miss him I want to come home. He laughs and pets me some more. "When can I come home Daddy?" I ask, when he seems like he's in a good mood. She asked me aren’t you bored staying alone and I got feeling that she was giving me signs for some fun.I told her that on weekend I am bored and pass my time at home by catching up with some friends, watching tv and some porn. She told me that even she loves watches porn and asked me to send some good nw stuff and post that we did a bit naughty conservation and by now she knew I was very keen for an encounter with her.Within no time I dared to ask her lets have some fun today. She responded. And thought I’d bring you over some.”Pamela Fleming was my ever-friendly downstairs neighbor and the gal who watched over Bull Halsey and kept his food and water bowls filled while I was gone. Just on the more gracious side of the age of forty, she always looked pretty good for her age. Her secret, she’d once told me, was to remove any and every source of stress from her life. In her case, that had most definitely involved a former husband and a minimal number of former boyfriends since then.. “Give it to me,” she begged. I felt her cunt contract and squeeze around my cock as her orgasm swept over her. I pulled her back away from the wall into the full stream of the shower. One hand on her clit, the other around her gripping her shoulder and pulling her body against mine. “Oh god Dylan.” As her orgasm continued to flow through her in ways I thrust so hard I almost lifted her off her feet. I was so close now. “Cum for me Dylan!” Her tone was almost desperate. On the third of three.