"Her name is Igat. She is five years old, and you were seventeen when she was born. Her father was an American salesman named Keel from Boston with wh...om you spent one night... trading your young virginal charms for his promise to take you with him to the states... but he immediately deserted you. When Igat was born you allowed a certain drunken Doctor Carey, who, incidentally, delivered you, to place the child in the home of Rafael and Madame Girarde here in Montreal." He continued to smile.. He had on a pair of those stylish sweats and a white t-shirt that hugged his upper body. He looked familiar, but Sonja couldn’t place him. After glancing at him over the next 5 minutes, it finally dawned on her. He was Bryce’s dad from her son’s school. Everyone knew Bryce. Bryce is the star forward on the school basketball team. All the girls have a crush on him. Sonja can see where he gets his looks. He is a dead ringer for his dad. Yeah, dad has a little bit of that middle aged spread, but. At any given moment, he needed to feel me squeezing him, holding him, sucking him, or touching him. It was like, he gave me everything I wanted and I gave him life. My pussy gave him comfort, gave him love. Whether he had me bent over the kitchen table shoving into my ass or on the dryer in the laundry room with my legs spread wide, he had to have me. I would wake up in the middle of the night to the feeling of him eating my pussy. Then he would fuck me over and over and over. One night, I lay. She was there lying in front of me, fully naked, just like a tigress on the bed waiting to be tamed by her Master. Her pussy was wet. Man, they were dripping wet. Every drop of her juices was oozing out, and I was thirsty as fuck.It was time for my tongue to do its job. It was time to fulfill my thirst, which I sure did in the best possible way. I licked her pussy dry and made her cum all the more again. She pressed my head between her thighs and moaned in the greatest bit of pleasure that she.