A few months later, the Arab had to undergo a corrective surgery procedure. Once again, his doctor telephoned the Scotsman who this time was more than...happy to donate his blood.After the second surgery, the Arab sent the Scotsman a thank-you card and a box of Quality Street chocolates. The Scotsman was shocked that the Arab did not reciprocate his kind gesture as he had anticipated.He then phoned the Arab and asked him: “I thought you would be more generous than that -last time you sent me a. "No your going to fuck daddys cock your self". I climbed over and sucked him a little then fingered some lube into my hungry ass pussy. I massage more onto daddys hard cock and straddle him slowly sliding daddys cock into my ass pussy all the way till I was sitting on his lap my clitty resting on his belly. It felt so much better than my cold lifeless dilldo I thought as I started rocking my hips back and fourth. "Your so tight sexy little girl" daddy said breathing heavy. I started rising up. ”Cuddled to his side, Addison picked up his scent. It was different. She tried to understand why. Then it hit her. Dad used to wear aftershave. Now he didn’t. Now, his smell was different, cleaner, yet distinct and nicer.“Well, you should get back to bed. I’m going, too,” he said, removing his arm.Before he stood, he leaned in, smiled at her, his grey eyes soft, and kissed her cheek lightly. “Thanks for the company, sweetheart.”Back in bed, Addison could still feel the spot on her cheek where. I walked up beside her and regarded her drawing. This is really amazing… Thank you, she responded, her voice sounding… well like a voice. Im not going to get all cheesy and say it sounding like bells ringing or some shit, but she had a really, really nice voice. The kind that makes you feel like you arent being judged. How long have you been drawing? I asked. Oh, as long as I can remember. This is nothing really, though. My aunt was a painter, and shed put my work to shame. Well I guess that.