Joy, my daughter, didn't even bother to look at me. She was nine and was too busy listening to her Ipod to feel anything about losing her father. Patr...ick, my seven-year-old, was the only one who had anything to say."Daddy, Jeff has a big house and we like him," Patrick explained, as if that would somehow make everything 'all better.'I just sat there looking at Casey and the kids as if they were fucking crazy. Maybe it's PMS or early menopause, I thought. Maybe this bitch is bipolar. Maybe she's. She spun me around and forced me to the wall, alternately spanking and finger fucking my ass, massaging and pulling the cock back through my spread legs, slapping the balls. Getting me ready for her...Ready or not, she took firm hold of my cock with one hand and lead me into her bedroom, the bedroom where she had broken me and made me her bitch several months before when she picked me up at a bar. She had to tie me down then. Now, no such formalities were necessary. Now she just bent me over. When he started hitting my gag reflex I laid off a bit and we made out some more.He rolled me over and grabbed some lubed. He squirted the lube into his hand and started lubing his finger up. I felt it touch my ass, running in little circles around my hole. I moaned. "Stick it in.... please?" I asked. He obliged me and sank his finger into my tight hole. I felt him start to rub my prostate and almost jumped through the ceiling. It felt so amazing. I moaned and pushed back on his finger more. He. She had never reacted to a kiss from a man like that. The remembrance had forced her to masturbate three times since Friday. That was more than she normally did in a month.Stephanie was late that morning and didn't get to the school until almost eleven A.M. The truth was that she wasn't sure she should even be there today. When Stephanie walked into the classroom, she saw Kelly working at the board. The kids were outside for recess. She went over quietly to her desk and picked up some tests to.