We concealed ourselves well with the sheet on us.I was pretending to sleep, thats when she called out for me . Daddy, Yes honey ? i replied. She said ..." I cant sleep" i said may be cause you slept in the afternoon. She said Yeah vaguely. Why cant you sleep ? she asked . May be cause of our current situation. She giggled, we spoke for some more time and with every giggle she came closer to me. I could almost kiss her lips, I felt her breath on my face and now i too held her. We literally embraced. Most of the information had been carefully obfuscated, so we'd all need the "session."When Rachel arrived I asked her what she'd found out."Three more courses. But they seemed to think two of them ought to be lectures or seminars. No more than one additional 'special study'." Anything interesting?" I thought I'd do cartoons and illusions." That is... ?" Pop Art and Op Art." Roy Liechtenstein and Bridget Riley." It should be interesting. What will you do at the Gallery?" Dunno. Whatever Winnie. There was a lot. He pulled out his cock and spit on his face. I smiled again and wrapped my lips around him again. I had to open my mouth wide as a cock, but his cock slowly disappeared into my throat. Then I began to move my lips up and down on his dick, making it shiny with saliva and precurue. My head was moving fast, my cock filled my mouth, but I could not swallow anything. After a while, when he got used to sucking a dick, he had the courage and put his hands on my head as he told me to. Now I felt as if I was floating free of any tethers. The pain Barry dealt me with his perfidy was nothing compared to this. I know now he hurt my pride, but never touched the inner core of emotions. Though I’d been absent from this area for five years, my feet knew exactly where to take me. I looked up in shock as I realized I had walked three miles from my childhood house to the bar on the fringes of town. The Black Stallion, a seemingly noble name, was a roughneck bar where no sane woman.