I imagined pulling her legs apart and force-feeding my thick cock into her, having her lock her ankles behind me, trying to draw me deeper. And then a...s my climax approached, I would imagine hosing cum into her shallow depths and having it spray back over my balls, because her pussy was stretched so tight over my cock. With her own orgasm mounting, I’d imagine her eyes wide and fluttering with nervous fear, gasping, “Oh, oh, Daddy,” into my ear in her tiny, sweet voice, and then her thighs. I couldn't figure out why I was doing this. Maybe my subconsciousfigured I would get some easy sex out of this?We trundled the bags of clothes downstairs into the back of mycar (why MY car?) and got in. She sat on the passenger side andtold me to drive to the dump. As we were driving she startedexplaining."You hurt me really badly when you broke up with me, you know. Ithought maybe it was something I'd said, or somehow that wedidn't get along, but you know, it wasn't that. We were perfectfor. She hit the wall gently and gasped softly. Her mouth had the richest taste and for the moment I felt something so strong that it was overwhelming. I placed my hand on her cheek and felt the softness of her skin. This was going slowly but I could feel the tension building as our bodies were warming up and I could feel her heart against my chest. We broke apart for a second and looked at each other. Then we continued to kiss and slowly started to get more passionate about it. She kissed me and I. Marcus. The years had not flushed out his striking looks, though they had greyed his hair slightly and lined his face here and there. It had only been ten years, mark you, but though ten years seemed to have been kind to his appearance, it had not been kind to his career. ‘Who is going on the ground floor?’ he asked. ‘I will,’ she said, for no other reason than to test him, to see if he recognised her voice. He didn’t. It had been ten years. ‘Go through there, miss, and turn right. You’ll see.