" And then I burst into tears. Clearly my emotions wereaffected as well. Oh and anger never registers on my face. I just get apretty pout.A month went... by. Then two. Then three. I stayed in Janet's apartmentand gradually learned that I was considered MIA by my job, my ex-wife,my broker - everyone who knew me. Janet told me nobody would believe meand she's probably correct. In the back of my mind, I thought thatsince she was my sole heir, she stood to gain the most if I weredeclared deceased, but. C-can I come in? I asked courageously. I cant quite explain it, but I wanted this to keep going. I knew if I went back to bed I wouldnt be able to sleep and that Id be thinking of his gorgeous cock all night. What? No! he said, looking back at me over his shoulder. Ignoring him, I slowly entered the room, crawling on my knees. Oh, come on. Its okay big brother, you dont need to be embarrassed. I kinda liked it. Looking at the floor awkwardly, he said, Y-you did? Well&hellip, yeah I said as I. The blonde haired vision disappeared through a shop door and as Don Juan and Belinda reached the shop, Don Juan pulled her up and led her through the door after him. They were in a coffee bar, dimly lit and filled with the sound of piano jazz. The place was deserted except for the blonde haired man who had his back to them as he worked at the coffee machines. His skin glistened with perspiration. The man turned and flashed them a dazzling smile. “Hey guys,” he greeted them in a heavy American. I wrap my now freed arms around his neck, my legs still around his waist and let out a content sigh. I smile when his lips brush my ear as he starts to slowly move in and out of me. “I adore you, Kitten,” he whispers softly. “And I you, Daddy,” I reply, my eyes filling with tears at the happiness I am feeling in this moment. Moving my head, I catch his lips with mine, kissing him softly and slowly. His tongue tracing the seam of my lips until I happily let him in. Dancing our tongues.