But what did she need?Alaina took the two cups and turned to head out to the breakfast table again, but paused. She looked out through the glass at he... father and loved him so much it hurt inside. She gulped, thoughts flashing through her head. Love. It was that same kind of love as before, but now...now there was something added to it. She knew what it was but didn't wish to ponder it just then. It was frightening. It was wrong, but it was something she knew she missed even though she had. As I surveyed the view behind him I caught his attention. He has a lovely view from his desk, as would anyone in the park looking in! He nodded in agreement, apparently now sharing my thought. The blinds were drawn and I approached his desk.As I did, he stood and promptly slid me into a sitting position on the shiny wood surface. One quick shove pushed his pants to the ground and he leaned forward nesting himself hungrily between my thighs. He was met with warmth and wetness, and I enjoyed. A lifetime in California had taught her to swim well and she was perfectly comfortable out in the middle of the lake swimming. "Look." She shouted pointing toward a small family of mallards making their way across the surface.Mark wasn't watching the light brown waterfowl swimming across the lake. He wasn't the least bit interested in male, easily identified by its green head and black body even when it dove beneath the water for a moment resurfacing beneath one of its c***dren. His eyes were. “With that fat schlong? I think not.” He shook his head and pulled me to my feet. “I want some of that ass. Turn around.” I didn’t trust that new soft look and didn’t want to arouse the mean angry one. I turned around and he roughly pushed me down on the sofa so I was on my knees with my nose pressed against the sofa back. To my complete shock, and delight, he dropped to his knees and started licking my asshole. It had been years since the last time someone had rimmed me, and I had forgotten.