I felt like I could be happy forever if she’d let me worship her like that for the rest of my life. “Can I….can I do it again?”She looked at m...e, a big smile spreading slowly across her pretty face. “That’s what I like to hear.” She reached down, put her hand on the back of my head and pulled me back against her. “Go ahead.” I didn’t need any encouragement as I eagerly went back to work, my flushed wet cheeks pressing once more against her hot damp flesh as I feathered my tongue back inside her.. Silly girl she thought that we were done just because she had an orgasm. I rolled us back over and then took my turn on top of her. Now I could please myself in her body as quickly as I needed too and she wouldn’t care. Hell, in her state of bliss she couldn’t tell one minute from ten minutes.After I finished cumming in her I got her into a spoon position with her ass snuggled into my crotch and my arm holding her lower breast, just like I had done with her mother the night before. It was time. At the end Steven gave her a gentle squeeze."Thank you, little one. You're a joy to dance with: as light as a feather and with a lovely sense of rhythm." Thank you for coming to my rescue. I love dancing with you."Tom rejoined them in the foyer and they made their way silently to the car. Once inside Tom asked Becca what had happened."He was too forward," she replied."That tallies." What do you mean?" He thinks himself a bit of a lady's man. He's always bragging at school about his conquests.". ‘Santa Daddy, when are you coming home?’ What? Ohmigod … it’s Carla! My sweet little first grader — so pretty in her plaid skirt and white blouse. Small for her age, but so smart. ‘Santa Claus! Daddy. I miss you, please come home.’ Tears in her eyes. Tears in mine. I looked around for June but between my alcoholic daze and the wetness in my eyes I couldn’t see her. I jumped up and ran for the bathroom. Sat in a stall to hide. Finished my flask. Carla. June. Cramps in my stomach … when did I eat.