The clothes seemed to cling, to shrink me down, toenvelope me in their Sally-ness. I left the study, a little disappointedbut still bizarrely excited....Behind me Laura called out, ?Sally! Come back!?My heart leapt as I turned. ?Yes, Mrs Marshall???On second thoughts put the washing on first, will you??I whipped the sheets off the bed as quickly as I could, tortured by thememory of the many times Laura had been fucked by me to the point oflosing the power of language. She did not now allow me to. Would it help if I tell you I’ll miss you too?” he murmurs, leaning his forehead against hers. Biting her lip, Annie nods. Clenching her eyes closed, she didn’t want him to see the pitifulness in her eyes. “Look at me, please. Annabel,” he quietly asks. At the sound of her full name, her eyes spring open to see David staring intently at her. “That’s better,” he smiles, his hands running in to her hair. “Why is me looking at you better?” she whispers. “Because I want you to see me when I kiss. ” I needed a good fuck, it had been nearly a year sense Sara died and now I have a new slut slave and my dick is hard as a rock as I pull her up the steps.Once we are in the bedroom I pull her to me and kiss her long and deep. “Now my little slut we are going to spend the night introducing you to my dick. Have you been fucking your school mates slut?” “I often laid here wondering if you being fucked, when you were out. So tell me whore do you let them fuck you.”“Yes daddy I was 15 the. “Fuck me!” she gasped. “Give it to me!” At only sixteen, what he lacked in technique he more than made up for in youthful exuberance. She heard herself squish, the loud slapping of flesh against flesh echoing in her ears. He thrust his cock deep into her, hard and fast, hardly caring for her pleasure, unless the harsh mauling of her breasts counted, but then he didn't have to; it was pleasure enough being screwed by him. “Oh yes!” she gasped when she heard his wild grunt and understood he was.