You see, once she had lowered herself on his erection... sighing, oohing all the way down, she'd start touching herself with her right hand, massaging... his balls with her left.He thought that was pretty much the hottest thing ever!Meanwhile, he'd lubricate her beautiful pink, puckered rosebud of an asshole, working his well-lubed thumb in to the hilt. Tight, hot, soft... and slippery, just the way he liked it. His head propped up with a pillow, he'd watch her white love ooze collect at the base. An interesting toy attached to my thong. It was so hot to feel the tail swishing against my backside as he took many pix of that private fantasy.Daddy eventually said, "Take off the tail. I want to see your ass."I leaned forward and grasped my cheeks in the way I have been taught to show him my hungry asshole. He rewarded me with a silent, hard shove of his dick, to the hilt. I smiled and wanted never to lose that feeling when he takes what is his, without warning.I was then direced, "Get on. It seemed like they mirrored the same life and had similar experiences at different times in their lives. Clara couldn’t believe how comfortable she felt around him, like she has known him her entire life. Something in those eyes still grab her, haunt her. But after all this time, it still remains a mystery. ‘Maybe we have met before through work but can’t recall where or when?’ She dismissed it as nothing. The conversation soon ended when hunger over took them. A local Italian restaurant. After a few minutes, I started feeling cold so I came back to the bed and lay down next to Adam. I grabbed his hand and wrapped it around my breast. Soon I also fell asleep. Next morning I woke up and headed to the bathroom to get fresh. I came back to the bedroom; Adam was still sleeping. I noticed my cell phone on the nightstand. I looked at the clock on the wall; it was 7:30 a.m. I grabbed my phone and left the bedroom. I wanted to call Rachel, but I couldn’t do that. I put down the phone.