All I could think of was. Anal porn … The gasps, the groans, the unintelligible words, they all told me Kat was enjoying what was happening to her body. I could hear her sobs. Kat was married to a chicken-shit named Alex. Tonight, I’m not sure how many timth I did. She gave me a quick peck on the forehead, told me, “I’ll remember that, old man”, then said, “I gotta go see if I can find hith sorry ath. He ran off and left me here oneth before, but I called daddy, though, and he came for me.”
Never one to waste an opportunity to hit on a beautiful woman, I told her, “Next time he dumps you, call me, I’ll be happy to take you home. …my home.” I hugged her again, scratching her back affectionately. “Let me see. …”, I pondered, “it must be Snow White, or Sleeping Beauty.”
Her little arms wrapped around me, hugged me soundly, and she said, “Yeah, you guessed it. Bessie and Kat’s dad, Jake, had divorced when Kat was nine years old. He would never fuck her again. “You okay?” I asked her.
