“Your cock is so deep in my ass, Fuck me with it, Hammer it in and out of me.” So he did, moving his hips back slowly then slamming forward with e...verything he had. His body pounded against hers with every thrust, forcing her deeper into the cushions. Her entire body quivering every time he bottomed out. He gradually increased the speed, hammering down on her, their eyes locked together. They were in perfect unison. One of her hands had dropped down to her pussy and she was using three fingers. Folkvar kissed her lips before rising in silent vow that she would be avenged. I awoke in a cold sweat that was too frightening to accept, my heart was broken and my veins were filled a fiery rage, a cold shower later I was still shaking. After my first cup of coffee I started to feel a bit more grounded and when I saw the good morning text on my phone that I had become accustomed to receiving over the last few weeks, a smile came and melted away my lingering fear. Through electronic messages. I never saw her toy but I did manage to see her nude again. Twice I stood by the bed and admired her curves as she slept. Those two nights I seduced my wife which was my unspoken explanation for having an erection when I went to bed. The next Friday night Charlotte was out with friends, Pearl took the twins to an Avengers movie so I was alone. I gravitated to my daughter’s room and sat at the desk and her laptop. I opened the computer and booted it. In moments I was looking at ‘password’.. ‘Well you cooked it for me! Janine!’ ‘And the dinner’ she giggled. She was referring to our quickie over the table edge whilst the meal, cooked, Those doggy quickies are a real delight. ‘I meant ,darling , and you know full well, that I could taste onions’ ‘Like the night before you tasted chicken you mean?’ It was part of the thrill of being that intimate that she could taste me that way. But she always said at the end of the day I always tasted of me. ‘And what is that?’ I asked. ‘You are.