John, he has reignited that I am a black mans slut, I am sorry, but I thought I could get passed it. You and I have a choice, you and I can stay toget...her and if you want to watch him fuck me, then you will have to clean up, or you can just understand and let me have my BBC, or I can go pack a bag and leave and except for some personal items, I do not want anything from investment in the house or furniture etc. He started crying, and said he said he knew I was not happy and that he did not want. Maybe I should guide him into a telephone pole, thought Simon."How much?" said the drunk suddenly, grabbing Simon by the upper arm."How... much?" Yeah, you know? How much do you need?" Do I need?" Simon struggled against the grip, an edge of panic in his voice."Yeah, what's your rate?"Simon had a terrible feeling that he knew what the man meant now. With a gurgled shriek, stifled by stuffing his free hand in his mouth, he broke away from the man and stumbled backward. Horrified and ashamed. It was hot and we dozed away the afternoon. After dinner it was a bit cooler and we looked at the old rail station before showering again and sleep. In the morning we had a smaller breakfast, purchased fuel and a half-dozen bottles of water, and set out for Lake Mungo. It wasn't that far, but it took us over five hours.We were both hungry, hot and tired when we arrived at Mungo Lodge."What's this?" Rachel asked."It's where we – actually you – will be staying. I've taken a cabin for two nights.". I love my special sleep overs every week with you. Daddy I love watching you undress and walk around the house naked, do you realise how much I look at you?? I love the way your cock hangs down and I can sneak peeks at it as you walk around. I especially love our special cuddles, when we are snuggled up on the lounge. That’s the time where we talk about the week and just cherish the time we have together. The kisses we give each other are deep and loving. The best part is we kiss.