"Roger looked at his son with tears in his eyes as he remembered the still painful memories, "Dave, if you only ever listen to one thing I tell you, l...t it be this; please don't ever be afraid to show your emotions. I felt guilty for years and years that I hadn't shown what I thought was an appropriate amount of grief for my father's loss and it took several very emotional conversations with your mother to realize that I had nothing to feel guilty about. Dave, real men do cry."Dave looked very. He did something for you that no one else ever did."Then he cheated. You had done everything in your power to keep him and he cheated. With a blonde, I believe. You dumped him. Completely. Absolutely. Permanently."And after a while you found me. You saw my reaction to you, how I fell completely in love with you, but as far as I can understand now, I was a substitute for him. You took me because he had rubbished you. I think after what has happened you always longed for him." No that's not--." I. She is extremely tight so I always have to start slow or it can hurt her. After a few minutes I sped up the pace and began fucking her quickly, she was lying back moaning and holding her tits which looked amazing as the light drifted through the curtains. She is not always the most vocal but she told me not to stop which I loved. I was so turned on watching my cock covered in her wetness. After about 5 - 10 more minutes I needed another break so pulled out. My dick was covered in her juices.. It was my eyes that my father always said he loved, a pale grey-blue, but they changed in the light. Sometimes they looked as pure blue as the sky above them; for they only showed that particular shade when the sky was clear and the sun was bright. However with the English weather I endured they showed a steely grey far more often. I was proudest still of my figure, I had remained slim enough to fit into the most well designed garments of the season, which seemed to get tighter and tighter with.