‘’Mmmmm, I’ve waited so long for this” I say. She covers my mouth with her delicate hand and tells me, “shhhhhh, let me try to please you as... well as you pleased me”. I moan as I feel her tongue on my small clit. She licks it slow and soft with just the tip of her tongue, gradually picking up speed and pressure. I moan louder. I have her hair in one hand and my breast in the other. Squeezing my breast and my nipple. She reaches into the drawer of my bedside table. She knows that’s where I keep. "Oh, yes," she continued. "She was so sweet and so pretty. What happened?"Her memory of his teenage romantic endeavours, and his youthful experiences with members of the fairer sex, was that things never seemed to last very long; something that had always baffled her. He was so good-looking, charming, and bright, and so respectful of girls - hardly the type to simply abandon someone for a 'better prospect'.Perhaps it was the wine, but the two of them began a long, meandering conversation about. His huge black cock rose to the occasion despite the short recovery time. They fucked doggy style hard and fast before switching positions several times.Ana told me he fucked her pussy in an angry way, furiously and very hard.He came deep inside my wife's pussy and Ana had more than one intense orgasm during that first session of doggie fucking…She confessed me she had cried and screamed as crazy as he fucked her.They lay in bed after they came and touched each other's body.Ana kissed her way. Each tiny segment of sleep contains a dream, each one of dad. The loving images from his early youth struggle for a place amid later recriminations, curses, screams and yes, abuse. Beloved images struggle to keep their heads above a sea of alcohol. Raucous, cheerful, gift-filled and joyful Christmases that often turned into screaming matches or actual fights between family members. Baseball games and bike rides and cotton candied circuses. Smiles earned in one of Dad’s numerous trivia quizzes..