Marcos followed her into the kitchen where she had turned her back to him while washing dishes in the sink. He complimented her:‘Oh, Raquel, I’m s...taring at your buttocks now and they’re as succulent as thei’re ever been. I wish I’d be that dress to keep stick to your soft skin.’This imprudent shameless poet had got closer to her from behind by now and asked for permission to touch her ass. According to him, he said, this would be only to check and find out if her buttocks were still firm after. I was looking up into her eyes when she smiled then started pulling me up between her spread legs, “go slow”she said . She reached her hand under me guiding my cock to her pussy. With a little resistance the head passed her lips and easily farther inside.A big smile came across her face “it worked ,yes it worked ,oh it feels so good having you inside of me. Go slow I want to feel it stretching me ,yes oh yes fuck me “she said as I began to fuck her slowly. “Oh you feel so good , I have been. He said, “You’re wrong. I’m your sperm donor. I haven’t been your father for at least ten years. Fathers do things with their kids. They spend time with them. They support them when they do things. They listen to their problems and try to help. They guide their children into life. That’s what fathers do. I haven’t done any of that.”To hear their father call himself their sperm donor, was emotionally devastating to the kids. They didn’t know how to react. The problem was, that they could see. Her eyes were bright and her smile quicker, just like before the accident. The baby was almost six months old, yet she was still breastfeeding. She was reluctant to give up that special intimacy, and showed no signs of wanting to go back to work. That was fine with me; as long as she breast fed the baby, she was willing to do so for me as well. I had come to crave that special time we shared together, as I lay against her, suckling from her. It wasn’t about the milk; it was the special time we.