But things are a little different, I’m not the same girl I was back then,” she said looking into my eyes in a way I haven’t seen in years. Slow music stated playing. She stood up taking my hand, I pulled her in and we danced slowly out on my porch; Lindsey’s head on my chest holding me tightly. “I’m sorry it’s taken me this long, It is a lot to process. I spent the last four years believing something that wasn’t true. And even when I found out the truth, the pain didn’t just go away.” The air began to get damp and muggy, the the smell of rain was in the air. Swaying to the music the first few drops of a summer shower began to fall on us. Lindsey looked up at me, “we should go inside.” She led me by the hand, I grabbed my Bluetooth speaker and brought it inside. We took a seat on my couch. Lindsey leaned in for a kiss. I caressed her cheek and pulled her in. We kissed softly, Lindsey seemed now much more reserved. She was much more down to earth and practical now. Something was off with her that much was clear, I just couldn’t put my finger on it. Things did become heated, but she backed off. “Can I get you another drink?” I asked. “Do you have any wine?” She asked. I poured her a glass and we sat in each other’s arms listening to the rain fall. To have Lindsey in my arms again was all I have ever wanted. If we lay like this for ever I would have been content. It was getting late and I was beginning to wonder if Lindsey planned on spending the night, then she sat up. “It’s getting late, I’ve drunk a little too much, I need to call a cab.” I was more indian disappointed that she was leaving than that she didn’t want to sleep with me, I offered her my bed and I would sleep on the couch. “You can even lock the door if it makes you feel better.” She kissed me on the cheek and said “I’m not sure I could sleep knowing you were right out side the door and not in bed with me. Keeping it slow, remember?” She called a cab and we waited on my front porch. We talked a little about our date for the next day, she and Katie were now going to lunch, and we were going to have dinner. The cab showed up and the goodbyes were hard, we must have taken ten minutes to say them. I walked her to the cab, one last kiss and I closed her door. I slowly walked to my front door on the wet sidewalk. The rain had stopped and I was almost at my door when I heard hurried foot steps on wet concrete, I turned just in time to Hardcore see Lindsey running to me! The cab sped away and she jumped onto my arms! Julie smiled as she said how much she enjoyed Wendy's fingers in her and looked at Wendy as she said, "Do you like fisting a woman then?" “And whores don’t love or trust the people they have sex with,” Julia said, “they trade their pleasure for money, and it is both unholy, and self-destructive.” “Obviously, or else I wouldn’t be asking.” “Very unlikely,” I told her, “we don’t have any cattle grazing in this part of the ranch right Hardcore now, so all the hands are several miles from here.” She got off Steve's face and went and squatted over Steve's cock and lowered herself on to him and started to ride him. I was stunned. I lean in and ask, “Whom are you today?” Hoping she will say Sindee. We lock the door, turn on the shower and get right in with our clothes still on, never looking in the mirror. I never considered myself gay but I had to admit he was a very attractive man “No, I’m sure she doesn’t realize…,” Julie started to say. I saw the woman clench her teeth and flinch as the guy gave a short push and buried his cock a couple of inches deeper into her pussy. "Daddy, as much as I'm enjoying this, I think we'd better get out of here, before Mom catches us," Lisa said, realizing that John's adept fingering of her G-spot was just about to make her cum hard. After about 15 minuets I let her nipple fall from my mouth, I tell her to lay on her back. He leaned back in his chair. Now I had a Daddy who knew I could take pain. “You’re like indian my puppet,” Lucilla mused with a smile and a moan, “you’re so reactive, Julia.” Right now.” He said “ Last chance to stop.” She shook her head no. The man turned and walked away. I bet you want to touch it, don’t you? “Well, that’s your problem, but never fuck her over Bro, or you will answer to me.” With that, Brain held his hands out, like saying stop. I clamped my mouth onto one. I found a café that I fancied and went to a table.