..quite regularly the first few years, then tapering off a lot the last 10 years or so. How many strokes had I made into her willing pussy? Hundreds...for sure, maybe a thousand or more. Barely made it a dozen strokes the first few encounters, but I got better control as time went by. How much jizz had I pumped into her? A half-cup, maybe a lot more. My body was now upright, my hands holding her legs as I watched in awe her still desirable large body moving beneath me. My. I'll be there in a couple minutes," promise her dad."Okay, Daddy, but hurry!" whimpered Rachel just before the connection was terminated.Jeff didn't even bother picking up his tools. He barely bothered to lock the front door as he sprinted for his truck. As he sped down the highway, Jeff considered the situation. The preschool Morgan Jr. attended was on the third floor of a former elementary school in town. Jeff had attended the school himself. Back then, it held kindergarten through eighth. “And that’s not going to be news to anyone who’s paying even the slightest bit of attention! But I told you a long time ago that I understand the situation. Look at what we do together as it is! What’s the big deal about going out?”“Because of how you feel.”“So going to church, praying, running, karate, hugs when I walk you to your room at night, all of those things don’t imply YOU feel something?”“Don’t...” Angie sighed.I stopped and took both her hands, “Angie, I think you need to finally be. My dick was so hard I knew I was in trouble. I left before them so I could jack off a load before they came in. After eating we decided to go to sleep early where we would be fresh tomorrow. My wife changed first, then Hilda and my self last, my wife took a sleeping pills and was soon out. I took a while getting ready for bed in hopes they both would be asleep when I came out. When I existed the bath nothing but the tv was on giving little light, Hilda had removed her robe and lying on the bed.