Chuck thought before answering. "They were fine, they didn't call even one time. I rode by one night to make sure everything was okay but there was a ...ar in the drive, and the kids that were there were apparently leaving, two red heads, boy and a girl, so I just drove by. I didn't want the kids to think I was spying on them." Chuck was smugly proud of his half truth, it had the ring of truth and did not reveal any of the details. "Oh, that was the McGowan kids, Shelly and Sean they have been. All the experience he had gained with James was giving him the ability to control me like a toy. His fingers directed me to start fucking Sheryl, his fingers fucking my ass with my own strokes, and he easily slipped a third finger in within minutes.With the skill of a pro, he switched his fingers for his prick, and I didn't even realize that until it sank deeper inside me than his fingers could.Oh God that felt good. I mean, yeah, the sex felt good, but I'm talking about how good it felt to let. She wasn’t as worried about love, as she was almost sure she never could or would again, but the physical loneliness ate at her. She had gained a little weight since her kids were born, but was far from unattractive. Her long dark hair and brown eyes, buxom figure, and darker skin, had earned her the nickname “Pocahontas” when she was younger. She still reflected that beauty now. But none of that seemed to matter, as most men weren’t ready to accept her situation as it were, or were scared off. I often wondered what middle- aged fathers were really thinking when they were in the act of kissing their pretty young daughters. I know what I usually thought about when I was kissing my son for one reason or another.But when Jennifer came home with Brad one night and he introduced her to me and we performed the ritual cheek kiss and hug, I was surprised by the feeling of warmth I experienced.I don't mean warmth in the sense of fellowship. I mean one of those heart rate, wet pussy, prickly.