In April she received a letter from her Aunt Martha informing her that her father, the Reverend Henry Albin, had died peacefully while taking a nap on...a Sunday afternoon, after having given a rousing sermon to a handful of parishioners in his Natoma, Kansas, weather-beaten wooden church. Ada mourned the news, but she didn’t mourn the loss of her father so much as she mourned her father’s life—the life he’d never really had, the life he had denied himself. She had hardly kept in touch with him. Her slender frame and pert bum finished off a perfect 10 for me. And she had a daughter, Debbie, who was almost her twin in looks but for her preference to wear her hair longer in pigtails and occasionally a ponytail.As soon as I arrived Sylvia and I locked lips. Soon she hurried me into the bedroom. We stripped and lay on the bed feeling each others’ bodies like we were teenagers once more. It almost felt like I was going to have my first fuck all over again. Sylvia sucked my cock like a. . he goes to me and uncuffs me and lays down beside me and goes to sleep little does he know the fun has just begun. i lay there for a min and i reach down and slowly pull out the dildo. i set it sitting up for i have more plans for it.. i look over at him dead asleep.. i can tell he's a heavy sleeper cause he's snoring very loud.. i go take the handcuffs and handcuff his wrist. then i go into the living room to call one of my friends who happened to be gay i told him what happened and i. I bit his ass cheeks and then spat at his asshole and licked it using my tongue to peirde his pucker and enter his shit holehe squirmed and it took a little time until he relaxed then I took my pants down and lubed my dick with spit and pressed it against his ass as it entered a little the the head jumped in then it seemed to hitch he begged for me to be gentle and i said 'sure John I'll takecare with your asshole you r a good boy. he kept on whimpering as i forced in more ingching deeper into.