Saturday morning was the "wash all the hallways, stairs and stoop day". The ritual was shown to him by his Aunt Gina. Boy, could she swing a mean mop.... He could see why her ass cheeks were so toned and showed no sign of sagging even at her age. He never tired of pounding her back there because the sight of those beautiful cheeks bouncing into him was in and of itself enough to make him blow his load real quick.He was real bad last night. He remembered going up to Connie's apartment the previous. Her hair was the color of wheat and was cut in a very natural style to frame her face. Whenever she tilted her head, her hair seemed to flow in a fluid forward motion. She was applying the last layer of shine to her lips when she heard him call to her She found him leaning against the wrought iron railing. He was dressed in a white linen shirt that he always left unbuttoned enough to reveal his olive-bronzed skin and dark chest curls. In his hand he held a freshly lit cigar. The early evening. ‘Daddy? Daddy… Daddy?’ she said. It was like she couldn’t believe he was really here, in her arms. I couldn’t believe it either to be honest. I pulled my face away from his now soaked fatigues to look up into his handsome face. He was still every bit as gorgeous as he had always been. He had tears flowing from his eyes as well as he stared down at me. ‘My girls…’ he muttered before kissing our daughter’s hair and leaning down to kiss me deeply on my mouth. ‘God, I’ve missed you both so much,’. At least enjoy this night. I know how you feel marrying a boring guy. Be free tonight” he said and his face got very closer to my face. “Well, dear.”“Ok,” I said.He then kissed my lips. I thought he would suddenly take it away. But he didn’t. With his hands, he slapped my ass cheeks and tightly squeezed them. We then used our tongues to kiss. We were kissing for a long time. Then finally he broke the kiss. We went to the place my husband was sitting.“Hey, Suresh. It’s urgent work. I’ve emailed.