‘He was crazy about those ugly things. I never did figure out what he saw in them,’ she said. ‘Thank you, Daddy. I’m glad it was you that told...me and not a stranger.’ ‘I wish I didn’t have to at all, Shelby.’ Now that conversation made her feel closer to her dad. She knew he worried about them and checked often. Life just didn’t have any joy for her anymore. Even with Dallas around she found it difficult not to cry all the time. She heard the doorbell and figured it was her dad. Instead, Rex’s. "Yes," I tell her, "those fingers feel fucking fantastic up there. Oh please don't stop fucking me..." Oh don't you worry about that. Are you enjoying this? Well, I think you are going to love this." I think she means a third finger But I have no idea what was in store for my asshole. She withdraws her two fingers and I feel her putting more lube on my eager backdoor. I feel pressure at my sphincter, and she puts a hand on my shoulder and leans in close to whisper in my ear, "Don't worry lover. "Yes," she replied. "Do you know a man named Jerry?" He asked "He is my boyfriend, why?" a tear began to form in her eye as she asked. "Can we come in please? We have some bad news." He said. Keira opened the door wide as the gentleman entered. Following her into the living room the officer said, "This is our chaplain and he is here with me to tell you that Jerry died this morning in a head on collision. I am sorry for your loss." Keira suddenly felt weak in shock from the news, her knees. . is that Danish or Swedish?. Bill, c'mere take a look."Bill steps up behind Ted, now the two of them virtually have me pinned between the counter and the cabinet door. As he leans down over Ted's shoulder to look at the disposal, he does so slowly, and takes his time looking me over before casting a quick glance under the counter. "Yep, that's a hairy Euro type, definitely Danish." I can feel his breath on my thighs as well.Both men stand up, but neither steps back. We're all now within inches.