She threw her arms around her legs and my neck and pulled me tight against her. Then she stopped moving and slightly arched her back. I saw the veins ...in her neck bulge, and she seemed to be holding her breath. A bright flush spread across her chest, neck and face. That wail, which had stopped temporarily, began anew, much louder. I felt her contractions begin, and I lost control. Hours of sexual frustration, combined with this recent stimulation, forced squirt after squirt of my seed into her. I stretched out next to my little girl, although she now looked like the completely sated woman that she actually was. She reacted by cuddling up next to me and rubbing her cheek in the cum on my chest. “Mm, thank you, Daddy. I've never cum that hard before in my life. I didn't know I could squirt either. I'm sorry I soaked you, Daddy.” I could feel her still quivering next to me. She was covered in a sheen of sweat, cum had soaked her thighs and the sheets and me. “Don't get too comfortable,. ” The Landlord winked at Charles. “I’ve got relatives buried there too,” insisted Bob. “His go back to the civil war. Maybe even further,” the Landlord challenged. Up till now, Charles had let things flow over his head, but even he could see something had to be done. “You can say what you like about me, but at least I try to make an honest living.” Charles now looked Bob square in the face, and watched his mood boil. “What’s that supposed to mean,” suddenly Bob slammed his glass. Then remembered that since it was my wash day I had been in wet clothes which shown my black bra clearly. He must have seen my bra straps through my wet dress. I had which were extremely tight and clung to every curve; they left nothing to the imagination. I asked him to come inside while I locked the door. You could not imagine how horny I was that day. My mind was just thinking about his young tool inside his pants as I have watched movies and my husband has not given me the satisfaction for.