When we got back to his house, he took me upstairs for the first time, and I was really worried. He seemed to be a little sickened by walking up those... huge marble stairs- and I wasn't sure why. He took me into a room that I'd call a library, or an office. He sat me down on a huge leather wing chair across from a flickering fire, and he took the other seat."I've never told you the story about my wife," he said, "Did I?" Some cop told me it was something about your wife killing your son, or some. Could it be Jakes?The plates were from Colorado Springs and a bumper sticker advertised a rock climbing shop in town. Peering through the windows, a big bottle of Wet Lube rested in the cup holder; that big dicked fucker was well prepared. It had to be Jake’s truck. A wicked smile spreading across my face, I decided to pitch camp and wait for him to return. I had to formulate some kind of apology, but I assumed my virgin ass was all the apology Jake would really need.He didn’t return that day,. I can't really reach it from where I am, so maybe it's not as bad as the light from my computer makes it out to be. Maybe if I jumped I could reach it. But, getting up would be too much work. Plus, my bed is really cozy.I burrow myself further into the Ducklett-down mattress, pressing my big, poofy blankets against my bare figure. I couldn't sleep, and only the moon, my computer, the ceiling, and my bed were here for company. I wasn't going to talk to them, of course, that would be crazy.. She squirmed a second as I started to play with her clit and her sucking became erratic. "Do it right or don't do it at all." Sorry, Daddy." I was able to decipher through her mouth full of cock.She was already soaking wet. "You've wanted this a while, yeah?" She turned her eyes to me and just shook her head "Yes" while keeping my cock between her lips.I reclined my seat and grabbed her and put her body on top of mine. Her beautiful pink pussy was hovering over my lips, so I had to oblige. .