Chapter 28

I sensed she was playing a game, but there was an undercurrent of truth in it. Kat had been cooped up -- happily and by choice -- for eighteen months. She had built up wild oats that needed to be sewn. I understood her. I identified with her. I decided to play along to see just how deeply ingrained the desire was. I was at the same level myself, anyway, because Rita’s mouth was just so damn skilled. The coke, the scene, the wanton permissiveness of it all just hit incredibly hard.

"Kitty Kat has been in her kennel too long," I said. "Anyone who isn’t crazy would want to fill that tight MILF cunt any chance they got."

"God, daddy, do you mean that?" she asked, and I wasn’t quite sure what it was referring to.

"Of course I do," I said, matching her wicked grin. There was an old fire passing between us. The kind of electricity that we felt when we would go to Las Vegas shortly after we had started our affair originally.