I protested that was she was my girlfriend. Haley in defense said, "I'm not a whore. I'm his girlfriend and we love each other...and your standing in ...here naked in front of us." The landlady laughed and spit on her and kicked her in the ribs as Haley lay in the floor. "This is my house and my bathroom, you fucking slut," as she kicked Haley again. "Of course I'd be naked, besides its nothing your boyfriend hasn't seen." Haley looked worried. I couldn't believe this was happening. "How the fuck. “Are you SURE about this, Daddy?” I heard my daughter ask my husband as I made my way up the stairs and into our bedroom where I knew they were waiting for me.“Very sure, baby,” I heard Tim tell her. “You’ll see in a minute,” he added. And then I walked in on them.“Hi guys,” I grinned. “Have fun fucking today?”“MOTHER!” Janet gasped.“What, baby?” I said, letting her see the cum dripping from my disheveled hair. I knew my sweater was stained with gobs of cum, and my makeup was smeared with it. I. The photo-phobia is too. For the most part I live a quiet, fairly normal life. I sleep six hours a night, usually waking up only once. I used to wake up 10+ times a night. That is if I could sleep at all.My heat tolerance is better. I can be out in the shade for awhile in the mid 70’s as long as I don’t exert myself. Once it’s in the 80’s my tolerance in sunlight goes down to single digit minutes. 90+ I’m in immediate danger and have to get out of it, NOW! I still don’t sweat even though I get. I moan out, unable to hold back. I begin to orgasm, tighten around him. He feels me squeeze him, he groans out, thrusting still. He can’t hold back any longer. He spills his seed inside me, pouring deeply into me. I keep moving my body with his, milking him as he does. Our breathing matches again, as he looks down at me. I can feel his heart beating with mine. We are as one, forever together. We’re connected with each other like I’ve never shared with anyone else. Every memory of our time.