It wasn’t until Ami fifth birthday, I found out I wasn’t her biological father. It was when Ami got really sick. I wasn’t a match for her blood ...or what she need to save her life, but…. Her mother boss was perfect match. It killed me to learn I wasn’t the father, but I never and ever allowed the truth to be told to Ami. I had lost my wife and dream, but damn it to hell…I wasn’t going to lose the best thing in my life. Ami was all I worked hard for, dare life for, even tried to make my dead. Now he was home, with a cup of tea and a welsh rarebit for his evening meal, the unfinished business began to plague him."It's no use," he said to the empty room, "I really have to think this thing through. This soap opera has gone on long enough."He smiled to himself and wondered whimsically if the house heard him and understood, but it sure as hell was saying nothing. Moreover he realised that was the problem between Cassie and him; they weren't talking. Yes, they'd had those heated. “Let’s 69, darling!” she said. “I need to suck your cock again!”I replied softly with a simple “Ok!”She moved down the bed, pulling her knickers off her and down her legs where she flicked them completely off, letting them land on the floor. Her cock was rock hard, and standing on end. I had by this time got off the bed, removed my own knickers, and laid back down, head to feet with her, staring and salivating at the wonderful sight infront of me. We moved into position, her cock inches. I cry out in agony from the lack of touch. The only response you give is a growl as you tear my shirt off over my head. You keep my hands entrapped as you stare at my breasts heaving , straining at the lacy edges of my bra. Your tongue traces the edges of lace and my hips begin to rise and fall seeking more of you. You lean me forward and I feel my tits released as my bra melts away. Finally, slowly, your grip on my wrists ceases only to be replaced by the grip of your teeth on my nipple..