If that isn’t possible, you write a letter ... a Dear John letter ... in which you explain things. You don’t leave a one line note or a text messa...e,” Dexter said. “It isn’t right.”“I’ll admit that doesn’t give you much of a chance to get closure,” Al said.“Here’s another. It used to be if you worked harder than everyone else and did a great job, then you’d be promoted. Now they expect you to work harder than humanly possible, and to do a great job, just to keep your job. That’s not right,”. " Dad said as he walked into the master bedroom.I came downstairs, after a long hot shower. I had a towel wrapped around my heard and nothing else on. I found daddy in the kitchen.He had a nice little brunch ready for us, when I walked in. I asked, "Where is mom?" Kathy came to pick her up. She had some clients to take care of. Mom always helps out with clients and they love fucking her. Someday, you'll go with her to help out." Dad told me.We sat eating our food, not really saying too much to. Both of them: utterly dripping with arousal."I think tonight, I'll take them both," I quipped.Then I pushed my penis deep inside of Ria."Oh yeah..." Ria purred.But after a few minutes, I pulled out and switched women, driving into Tracy and using my fingers to please Ria."Oh god, uhh!" Tracy moaned.I gave both asses a few good spankings while I fucked Tracy, then I pulled out again and slid back into Ria."Are you enjoying yourself, sweetie?" she asked."Fuck yeah," I grunted, pounding into her. ’ he laughs as I playfully punch his arm. ‘Do you know how long it’s supposed to last?’ I ask, turning my gaze to the window. Rain fell heavily from the sky and puddles already formed in small valleys and ditches. Lightning illuminates the sky, cracking across the wet, gray clouds. My eyes close as I gasp involuntarily. ‘Well into tomorrow morning,’ he answers, his hand seeking out my knee once more. This time, he traces small, comforting circles against the fabric of my slacks. ‘If you would.