Kelly. Four years. You'll move on, they said. Move on from what? Loving her? Why would he ever want to do that?"I miss you." He spoke it aloud, as if ...she could hear the words. As if spoken thoughts carried more weight than silent ones. Perhaps that was true. Certainly, hearing her answer back would be more impressive than thinking he heard her in his mind.More frightening as well.The wind sent a chill through his body. He sighed. Squatting, he placed a red rose on the snow beside the headstone.. Yes Sir. I do she said. I wish to be owned by a white man. Someone who will teach me how to serve a white Master. I can't believe I'm telling you this. I've never opened up to someone, not in the lifestyle. I laughed at her and she looked at me with a puzzled look. I said I'll be right back.****I returned back to the living room with one of my footlockers. Placing it in front of her. I sat back down in my chair. Still puzzled. I tossed the key to the trunk to her and told her to open it up. She. ”I settled on top of her, but didn’t enter her because I wanted to hear her talk some more.“Do you do any of this with my daughter?” she asked me. She gripped my ass cheeks and pulled me against her. My cock rubbed against her dripping pussy. “Does my daughter let you titty fuck her? Does she take you in her mouth and suck you dry? Christ,” she moaned. “I want to do it all again. Does she?”“No,” I told her, starting to go inside her. “She doesn’t even get wet for me and she never touches me. So Birgit invited me in for a coke and some cake in the kitchen, and we small talked about trivial things while my cock grew in my pants. She was wearing a short skirt and a blouse that gave a good impression of her tits and nipples and it was hard for me to concentrate.All of a sudden Birgit came over to my side of the table and pulled out the chair next to me and sat down and put her hand on my knee. She looked me straight in the eyes with her green eyes and I was close to fainting.I have.