He still has not said anything. ‘What did you want to talk about?’ he finally said. ‘Us’ I said. ‘There is no longer an us.’ I moved close... to him and laid my hand on his knee, stroking his leg. ‘I know, but you are all I think of, and you did say that after the divorce we would still be friends.’ My hands grew bolder, stroking his thigh, he squirmed, I unbuttoned a few buttons of my blouse as if I was hot (kind of stupid seeing as though the blouse barely had any substance to it) showing even. That evening I put on a short skirt and left my panties off. I went to the shed and got up in my queens chair. He came over as usual and we kissed and hugged. He sat back down on his stool doing something. Then he glanced over at me. I watched his face. He got a big smile but said nothing. I parted my legs more. Now I knew he could see my slit real well. He kept looking and got a little pink in the face. I wanted him to think I was sexy and keep looking. I got some little tingles in my pussy. Then next thing I know I am waking up with one of the most memorial experiences of my life, I was getting my first real blowjob. As I woke up she noticed and said “Damn, I’m sorry I didn’t think you would wake up.” “No, I’m glad I did,” I responded. She smiled and kept on sucking my dick. As she twirled her tongue around the head of my dick I started to moan in ecstasy, loving every second of the first real blowjob I had ever received. It had been maybe 5 or 6 minutes when I let her know,. I imagined the wonderful, wicked dreams she was having right now. I was glad I could give her this pleasure even if she had no idea it was really me.“Daddy,” she sighed. “Oh, Daddy.”“Just enjoy, sweetheart,” I groaned between licks of her sour asshole.My fingers dug into her ass, kneading her butt-cheeks as my tongue probed and wiggled into her sphincter. I entered her bowels, loving the rough texture. My cock throbbed, aching at the memory of taking her anal-cherry a month back. Every few.