He uttered some “good girls” and told her how he was going to be a better Daddy in the future. John now hard— Sarah, her mouth now tired climbed up on the mature silvering male and she pulled her cotton panties aside. His penis went in easily because she was soaked and swollen.
She sat on John with him deep inside of her and she did whatever it is a young girl would do on top of an old man. John got to rest during these peaceful times when Sarah occupied herself. A break from the constant constant chasing and supervision or attention she usually required. It was good to see her busy without a cell phone in her hand. “What would you kids do if all the cell phones suddenly stopped working?” “Daddy that’s never gonna happen.” she’d say, “Phones are more important than food!” She rocked to and fro, some times vigorously with a staccado tempo and then she’d work her canal by bouncing slowly. Simultaneously she used her fingers on her clitoris—pinching and pulling at it, then she’d rub it like a lamp. There was a bottle of Johnny Walker on the night stand beside them.