He brought his hand around my waist and started to rub my pussy while he fucked me. He continued to whisper into my ear; "Mmmm such a good girl. You f...eel how hard you make Daddy's dick baby? God you are soo fucking sexy! That's it baby, take it like a good little bitch. You wanna taste Daddy's cum baby? How about that?, You want Daddy to cum down your throat honey?" I couldn't help it anymore, I started moaning and bucking my hips back into him, and without a second thought, I begged him; "No. I work as a freelance illustrator for books and other publications but also pump gas three days a week. I enjoy this work, I don’t have to think much and I get to meet some pretty interesting people. I set aside a Tuesday as my day off and for years have spent this one special day a week going to a nearby and quite secluded beach with a good book, my iPad, my swimsuit and armed with suntan lotion as the sun in New Zealand can be quite fierce.I know I have a great body by the looks I get from. I took a quick shower and dressed back into my clothes from the night before. After waiting in her room for another ten minutes or so I decided I better head out so I wouldn’t be too late for work. I still needed to run by my place and change clothes. Opening Marjorie’s bedroom door, I spotted her in the kitchen, completely naked, as if ready to start where we left off the night before. I stood for a moment admiring her body, the way the hair played down her back, the incredible white ass. ....... I wanna call it despair? I mean it'a not that bad, but i can't really think of anything else to call it so let's just call it despair. That creeping feeling of despair come over me again.I have been doing this for years now, get home, eat some shitty dinner, watch some shitty shows, go to sleep, wake up and jerk off, eat a shitty breakfeast, repeat. And then soon enough i would get a apartment, met a slightly above average girl, marry her, pump out two to three brats, buy a house, and.