I wondered why the movie had excited Bobby but not me. The next thing that happened on the screen disturbed me further. The girls decided they wanted...to change partners. For the next part of the movie it seemed to be a repeat of the previous part except with partners changed. I decided I did not want to watch any more of the movie and there was nothing more I wanted to do with Bobby. I went to the front window and saw that the wind was still blowing the snow. It was now dark outside and I. I see the love I feel for him reflected in his eyes. God I love this man! He moves me to a kneeling position and kneels behind me. He slides his cock into my pussy. I'm so wet he slides in all the way. I cry out and he grabs a handful of my hair and pulls back. He starts to slowly fuck me. His free hand explores and pinches my nipples and teases my clit. I want to come but not yet. I'm waiting to come with him, together. I hear a noise and realise he's opening a lube bottle. I feel a cold. ” I see you pull your pants down and your hard cock springs free. “Is that what you do when you are alone? Fantasize about my cock?” Blushing, licking my lips, my eyes on the prize. You put your knee on the side of the bed making me roll toward you, your cock now so close to my lips. “Suck daddy’s cock my slutty little girl.” You grab the back of my neck and push your cock in my mouth. I open wide, my tongue licking the drop of precum on the tip then take it in. You start fucking my head, still. His head felt like someone crushed it open with a mallet, the pain sinking deep into the brain, as though a heavy stone had been sealed within his skull. He tried to make sense of the number, unraveling the damp wad of inkblot, but to no avail. He would have to sit around and wait until Claude Carolina called him, which may have been fitting since he gave him the window of opportunity and not the other way around. But when the call didn’t come, he searched for the phone book. No number listed..