”“But it’s killing me.”“If you weren’t an accountant what would you want to be?”“I don’t know; something creative; something I don�...�t have to follow rules to do.”“Jim, I’m nearly done with my degree in English Literature. When I finish, I’ll be able to go to work, you won’t have to stay there; you can do what you really want to do.”“Where’s Kristin? She’s not asleep already, is she?”“No. I just got her into bed; she’s waiting for her Daddy to come in and tell her a story.”Jim took off his tie,. She nodded. “Put it in.” I looked at her gorgeous face, into her blue-green eyes, and pushed my cock past her lips and into her pussy. I barely had the head in when she gasped. I didn’t know if it hurt her or felt good, but she didn’t stop me, so I kept going. I pushed in further. At about a third of the way in, I felt like I couldn’t go anymore. It was so tight, I felt that if I’d gone further, I would seriously hurt her. “Deeper,” she said when I stopped. I went deeper. At about halfway, I. We were in the den watching TV. To be more accurate, he was watching the tube and I was in the midst of doing several chores – that’s what I do on Saturdays – and was catching a little of the show in between the laundry and other stuff. Like so many other women, I enjoy watching figure skating. My man loves it. It’s not the sport itself, it is the young, hard bodies that dance seductively on the screen before him that holds his attention. Well this particular day was no exception. One woman. “Yes, but he doesn’t know about his father,” answered Maria quietly. “He thinks Miguel, well, you understand.”I nodded. “I’m not here to cause any trouble, ma’am.”“Why are you here Sergeant? It’s been three years,” she asked.“That’s hard for me to explain, ma’am, even to myself. Mostly I just want to tell you how sorry I am, partly for not bringing Tomas home, but even more for not getting in touch with you. I am very ashamed of that, and hope that you can forgive me some day.”“Why didn’t you.