You cared for me when I showed up at your door after being brutalized. After several orgasms, I finally reach my own pinnacle. Each one hugged or kissed us as we tried to step inside our home. I just smiled, we had made it through Bob’s funeral and now Melanie was here to start her new life. “Call Black Car limo and have the smallest car available to come to pick her ass up and take her home. I do NOT want Fred to be the driver. Is that true?” I ask. I slowly walk down the hall back towards the ladies. I know what is coming from Dakota next before she even says anything. I kept replaying in my head the night that Jill and I met Bob and Melanie, during a routine pickup at the private part of the airport. “Name it,” I say. Bob was so sick, all I could think of when I played with myself was your hard cock having its way with all of me.
