Katty stopping to grunt every time he bottomed out in her. Bob leaned down over her, still pistoning in and out, and started choking her. Whispering i...n her ear as he, pulling her into a sitting position on his cock by her throat. Bob: I'm gonna use my little cum dump till you beg me for sleep. Katty: Mmm. Please don't cum in my pussy again daddy. I want it in my mouth. Cum in my mouth, please daddy?Bob: Is my cum dump making demands? Do I have to punish you.Katty: No daddy. I just want to taste. ———————- They decided on a walk then, down the road and around the corner to the old house, so that they could drive back in Sam’s truck with their things, though they did stay long enough to sit with old Sile and have tea and she looked at them for a bit before she called her granddaughter over, ‘Call the senior’s complex’ she said, ‘I find that in the middle of all of this, I’m not in much of a hurry to go back. I’m beginning to feel as though I might be a little useful to the girls, so I’ll. To my surprise, instead of freaking out and helping me pull the bed apart looking for something to cover herself with, she smiled sleepily and said "Oh hi, Siller, what's up?"She calmly rolled away from me, opening her legs unselfconsciously and giving Siller a quite unnecessary full-frontal hey-how-are-you view. I could have told her what was up with Siller, 'cause I could see it going up.She put her feet on the floor, stood up a little unsteadily in the five-inch heels, and said, "Wow, that. Mr. van Hoek is in the corner office.”“Thanks, Anne,” I said, reading the name plate on the reception desk.“You’re welcome. If you need anything just dial 00!”“Thanks again!”She buzzed me through the door and I walked down a long hall to a corner office with a view of the Ohio River and the stadiums. Despite having given up on baseball, I was singularly unhappy with the demise of Riverfront Stadium, and none-too-pleased that the new stadium was set to carry a corporate name. I flashed back to.