Page 37 of Five Mountain Daddies

I pull her hair hard and rock myself inside of her. I can tell she’s close as my fingers work her clit faster. I love this pussy so much I can barely take it any longer, but before I can lose myself completely, she starts tocome.

London comes with her whole body, and it drives me crazy. It’s a shiver that starts in her legs and works its way up through her limbs, pulsing and exploding, making her moan loudly as my cock slams into her. She’s so fucking sexy, with that tight little ass of hers, and I don’t stop, I don’t relent. She comes hard, groaning my name over and overagain

When she’s done, before I can come, I pull out. “Turn around,” I say. “On yourknees.”

She does what I say eagerly. She gets down on her knees and opens her mouth as I stroke my thick cock. I come easily on her tongue, thick spurts of pleasure, and she wraps her lips around my head, sucking my every dropout.

She groans and swallows my cum. I gasp, stepping back, whole body ringing with myorgasm.

She stands up, and I realize we’re both sweating. I grin and she presses herself against me. I kiss her slow and deep and wrap my arms around her, pulling hertight.

I hate that she thinks this is all I want from her. But truthfully, I do want this, so fucking badly it hurts. I want that cunt more and more and more, every second of every day, but it’s not just that. I want London too, the way she laughs, the way she smiles. I want her to look at my art and to kissme.

It’s strange, this deep feeling of attraction and attachment, but it’s here and I can’t get rid of it, even if I wantedto

13

London

Dad smiles at me over his glasses. “Thanks again for doing this, honey. You really didn’t haveto.”

I smile back and shrug. “No problem. You guys didn’t have to take me in for another summer, but youdid.”

“We’re happy to have you home,” Mom says. She opens up the menu and starts to scan it, although I’m sure she knows what she wants to eatalready.

Marko’s is the only restaurant in town that my parents like. Well, maybe they like other stuff, but Marko’s is the only place they go. Practically everyone knows them, and it was like wading into a sea of their smiling best friends before we could get a table. I don’t know how many people acted all surprised to see me, and commented on how much I’vegrown.

I shouldn’t be annoyed about it. People mean well, even if it is obnoxious. They’re excited to see me, since I haven’t been home at all in years. And plus, this night is for myparents.

I scan the menu myself, and note that it hasn’t changed since the last time I was here. When the waitress comes, my dad asks for waters, and I ask for a glass of wine. My mom gives me a look but doesn’t sayanything.

“So honey, how’s work?” Dad asks before my mom can start in on me for ordering adrink.

“Good,” I say. “Maggie and her family are reallynice.”

“Is itbusy?”

“Surprisingly, yeah. I had no clue there was such a big tourist industry inLeadwood.”

“Well, we have the mountains, so I guess people come out here for that.” Dad smiles and looks back down at themenu.

My drink comes quickly, and I take it gratefully. The waitress winks at me, and I swear I’ve seen her before, probably the last time we ate here. I look around the room andsigh.

I just don’t see the appeal of this place, but I try not to judge too much. It’s a basic American restaurant, bar in the middle, tables around the sides, booths on the edges. There are a bunch of TVs playing sports, and it’s relatively loud, or at least as loud as Leadwood gets. Aside from Club Sheets, ofcourse.

I recognize a few people at the bar. I think I went to high school with one or two of them, and as my dad talks about a recent patient he had, I realize that I definitely know a couple of the guys. I think their names are Arnold and Slater but I’m not positive. I’m sure they went to school with me though, way back in theday.

And they keep glancing at me, talking to each other, and grinning over here. I don’t know what they want, but it’s starting to bother me. They have that look on their faces, like they know something about me, and I suddenly feel my paranoia rear its uglyhead.

We order our dinner and I smile while listening to Mom talk about her friend’s new grandchildren. I try not to imagine that it’s a subtle suggestion, since she knows I’m not the breedingtype.

I drink my wine, trying to keep a bad mood at bay. This dinner is a treat to my parents for letting me stay with them, so I have to keep a smile on myface.

Fortunately, the food comes soon, and I forget all about the guys at the bar. I order a second drink, and get another look from my mom, but I don’t care. I’m actually having a decent time. Dad’s telling funny stories about patients on drugs, which is always great, and the food’s really not bad. I’m actually starting to feel at homeagain.

After we’re finished, I excuse myself to use the bathroom. Two glasses of wine will do that to a girl. When I’m done, I step out of the ladies’ room and start back toward our table. Before I can leave the little bathroom hallway, though, one of the guys from the bar comes out of the men’sroom.

It’s like a nightmare. He looks at me, looks away, and does a double-take. His eyes brighten and he starts togrin.

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