“Oh daddy!” she moaned.After a long time, she said her arms were tired so I told her sit on my cock. I forgot to say that I laid on the floor befo...re I said that.She mounted me and fucked me like a pro. She had done this before. I mean before Bill even.[Boring shit]The phone rang so I got up. It was my wife. She was coming home and wanted me to help her carry the grosheries in. I said ok and went back to fucking my daughter.[Resume masturbating!]My daughter got back on my cock on the couch.“We. He was red, but he managed it. We girls looked at him as if he were something we had never seen before. All, that is, except for Liya.“Hi, Brett. How is your day so far?”Brett’s face went a bit redder, but he answered, “Okay.”“Are you coming to our game this afternoon?”He nodded, glanced quickly around, then said, “I am, despite that I know almost nothing about soccer.”That instigated a quick lesson in the basics of soccer, with Heather and Liya doing most of the explaining, but with the rest. Eric started making plans for us to retire and raise a family together. I told my agent to start accepting gigs from other photographers, because I thought that Eric was holding me back. Why I thought that, I still don't know today; Eric was actually holding me up not back, but my ego couldn't deal with it.On one of those shoots with another photographer, the seeds that destroyed my world were sown. I was having trouble doing the things that the stylist and the photographer wanted. At 31 I. They were full of necklaces that looked like chokers made to fit tightly round your neck. Eventually Charlie chose one which was about an inch broad and was studded with sapphires to look like one of those collars you see on big dogs.Yolande took it from the case and looked at the marker inside which denoted its size. She then took a tape measure from her pocket and without asking for permission measured the circumference of my neck. When she had done so, she said that the one in the case was.