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Some losses are impossible to survive. I certainly felt that way when my wife of eight years was killed by a drunk driver. There were days when it weighed so heavily on me that I couldn’t breathe. The only thing that got me through was the need to be strong for our two children.Our son was barely three years old at the time. He barely remembers a time when it wasn’t just the three of us. Our daughter was six years old. Right from the start, she made it her mission in life to make sure her little brother knew that they had mother who loved them, and that sometimes when it rained, it was tears from their mother in heaven because she missed us all.In the seven years that have passed since that awful night, there may have been times that I missed having female companionship, but I used my loss as a shield and put the needs of my children first. The three of us were our own family unit, and that was that.Sometimes, I swear my daughter uses my focus against me. When she was eight, she decided that ‘real families’ live in houses, and our small apartment wasn’t good enough for us. I laughed it off. She batted her big blue eyes and asked for a dog instead. The next thing I knew, we owned a St Bernard, and then we had to buy a house with a yard for the dog.She was always doing things like that, and I guess I allowed them to happen.Given the magnitude of some of her schemes, I easily fell for her latest one. One of her friends in the neighborhood was not doing well, health wise, and all of her friends were working with the girl’s mother to throw a big party for the girl’s birthday. The theme was clowns, and my daughter wanted me to participate. She expected me to go all out, with a real outfit and face paint and giant shoes and everything. She gave me that look, and I couldn’t refuse.In case you didn’t know it, the Internet is an evil place. It didn’t take my daughter more than five minutes to find a Clown College in the Chicago suburbs, and then enrol me in a one-day class. The college helped me discover my inner sad-faced-happy-clown, and they even rented me the shoes and outfit. I had to learn to do the face-paint for myself.On the day of the party, my kids left early to go help set up. The girl’s family lived on the street behind ours and only a few houses down, so the kids walked down through the backyards like they always did.I took my time to get the clown outfit and face-paint right. I waited until I heard a bunch of kids playing, and then headed down through the backyards to join them. I’m certain more than a few of our neighbors saw me and laughed.My shtick was that I was a dinosaur watcher, and I was eager to log a sighting of a big sharp-tooth. I had a long balloon twisted with two loops on each end like a bizarre pair of binoculars. I had all of the kids laughing when I exclaimed about the “Katie-osaurus” and the “Billy-osaurus”. Then I astounded them as I started inflating balloons and folding them into various dinosaur shapes.It took me a while to win over the birthday girl. I hadn’t realized that she had some sort of spinal disorder and that she was wheel-chair bound. She liked that the other kids were having fun running around with their balloons, but she was very reserved due to her limitations.I finally got a smile from Ankara escort her when I dubbed her “The Inventor”, and as she made up names of dinosaurs, I created them with balloons. The neighborhood is likely to be overrun with robin-osaurs and deer-osaurs and even bicycle-osaurs for weeks!After a while, someone declared it was time for cake, and all of the kids rallied to sing for the birthday girl and load up on sugar. I took that as my cue to say goodbye and head out in search of more dinosaurs. Again, I saw more than a few of my neighbors laugh and shake their heads when they saw me.After I got home, it took more than a little time to get cleaned up. I expected the kids to be home by the time I was done, but I got a phone call instead. One of the other mothers volunteered to make dinner for the birthday girl, and my kids were invited along.There was a bit of a weird tone in my daughter’s voice when she called. She said that I was invited along as well, but her tone seemed to imply that I shouldn’t accept. She reminded me that I had mentioned a project I wanted to work on, she suggested that I would get more done in a quiet house. I gave permission for the kids to go, and I promised I would feed myself. I even considered working on the project.Two minutes later, there was a tapping at my back door. The woman that was knocking had been at the birthday party, but I didn’t know her name. I doubt I would have recognized her if she hadn’t been still wearing her clown wig. She still had colorful dots painted on her cheeks as well.She seemed a bit nervous as she introduced herself.”Hi, I’m Brianna, and I’m Kayla’s mom,” she said.I was pretty sure that Kayla was the birthday girl, but I wasn’t really paying attention to the children’s names.”I haven’t seen her smile the way you made her smile since she had to start using the chair,” the woman continued, confirming my guess. Her eyes seemed to intently study my face as she said, “I wanted to come thank you, and I have a very forward favor to ask of you. Please promise that if I ask and you say ‘no’ that you’ll just forget I asked and just accept my thanks.””Hello, Brianna, I’m Mike, and I’m sure you know which two of that rabble belong to me,” I answered. “I’m glad that I made your daughter happy, but you have to know that I was really there to make my daughter happy. The fact that you’ve gone out of your way to come deliver your thanks is more than enough.””Oh, okay,” she answered with a smile that almost looked forced.”You sound disappointed,” I suggested. “Perhaps you should ask your favor.”For some reason, she blushed, but her eyes were clear as they studied my face again.She sounded nervous again as she asked, “Would you put on some of the face paint for me? And maybe the hair, and the jacket?” Her final words were barely audible. She saw my questioning look, and in a rush, she explained, “It’s just that I’ve always had a thing for clowns and I really liked how you weren’t creepy or scary and my fantasies ran out of control in my head and…” Her words finally slowed, and she finished, “I was hoping to give the clown a kiss to thank him.”I almost refused. I could only imagine how much trouble it would cause if I shared a kiss with her. What Ankara escort bayan would her husband say? What would the neighbors say when word got out? How would I protect my kids from the scandal that would surely follow.There was something in the way that Brianna’s big green eyes reminded me of my daughter’s big blue eyes. I knew that I would have to manage the consequences later, but I was going to give this woman what she wanted. I started to lean in to give her a kiss.”No, wait,” she said desperately, and I pulled back in shock. She saw the look on my face and quickly added, “The paint and the hair. Please!”The look in her eyes was beyond intriguing. I smiled and beckoned her to follow me. I led her to the garage, where I had a corner set up for my clown adventure. I swear her breath caught when she saw the bright jacket and baggy pants hanging beside a small desk with a mirror.I gave her an apologetic look as I shucked off my t-shirt and sat in front of the mirror. She stood behind me and watched as I opened a small case with the face paints.”Just your cheeks and your eyes would be enough,” she said in breathy tones.I had to focus on my face in the mirror as I started to apply the paint, but in the corner of my vision, I could see her intently watching. It was harder for me to maintain my focus when she leaned in and dabbed her finger in the fresh paint on my cheek. I had to pause to watch the intensity in her eyes as she teased the paint between her thumb and forefinger.She had my full attention after that. She took a shuddering breath, and then her eyes slid closed in bliss as she rubbed the paint from her finger onto her jaw. I had to turn to watch her, and then we both were startled when my knees collided with her legs.She gave a shy shrug, and said, “It’s a silly fantasy.”I couldn’t help but smirk. “Tell me,” I softly suggested.She bit her lips for a moment, and then said, “It isn’t about a kiss.” Her eyes focused on the area of paint on my cheek. “The paint tells a tale,” she said huskily.Without explaining more, she leaned forward and barely brushed her chin against the paint. Her eyes drifted closed again as she turned her head to nuzzle into my neck. Her chin painted circles down to my collar bone. She drew another shaky breath as she leaned back and gave me an expectant look.”The paint tells a tale,” I said, repeating her words. She almost nodded, and her chin lifted.A magic magnetic force pulled me forward, and I let my cheek transfer paint onto her neck. The heat of her skin filled my nose, and I couldn’t stop my lips from tasting her neck and shoulder. She moaned and then pulled my face back up beside her own.She quickly swiped her cheek against mine, and then raced down to transfer paint onto my chest. I couldn’t believe how much my body reacted to the feel of her teeth and lips. I reacted even harder to the challenging gleam in her eyes when she turned and scraped her teeth across my nipple.There was no artistry in the way I swiped a blob of paint across my other cheek. I don’t think she cared. The gleam in her eyes remained as I pulled her up straight. I all but ripped her shirt from her body. Even as I lifted her shirt up and off, she reached back and released Escort Ankara her own bra.I barely managed to get a glimpse of her breasts before she pulled my face down. She turned her body one way as she pushed my head the other way to ensure that slashes of paint would transfer all over her breasts. I was able to nuzzle back and forth across her flesh, and when she finally stopped forcing things, I was able to pull back and catch her nipple with my tongue and teeth.She tolerated my attack for a moment or two, but then she pushed me away with a laugh. “Be careful how hard you bite me,” she teased. “If you bite me, I bite back,” she warned.”I was following your lead,” I suggested, with a glance at my own chest.With a head shake and a smile, she leaned in and let her teeth scrape my skin again. She gave me another challenging look and said, “When I bite you, you’ll know you’ve been bitten.”Her eyes held mine as she nibbled her way down my body. My teasing reply was trapped in my throat by the speed in which she released my belt and unbuttoned my pants. I stopped breathing when her hands slid down the skin of my hips, and my pants and boxers fell to the floor. I took a deep breath to prepare to scream when she pulled my aching hardness out straight and planted her teeth on the shaft.Just as quickly, her hard smile faded. Her eyes seemed to beg for something as she released my shaft, and then they filled with raw lust as they followed the trail of paint she had made to the hardness she held. She gave a short, nervous laugh as she pressed her lips where her teeth had been, and then she moaned softly as she turned her head to transfer paint from her cheek to my hip and abs. Her body seemed to shake with need when her eyes met mine. Her eyes smiled at the lust they saw in mine, and then her lips parted and she drew my hardness into her mouth.I don’t remember when I stood up, but suddenly my legs couldn’t support me anymore. She followed me down as I collapsed into my chair, and her eyes bragged about how she didn’t miss a stroke. I caressed the side of her face, and then I finally found words.”Brianna, please,” I begged. “It’s been too long. Slow down or I won’t last!”I was hoping that she would manage to find control, because there was no chance that I would be able to stop her. Her eyes flared at my words, and if anything, she sped up. My prediction came true, and in moments I was filling her mouth. She trembled and purred as she made sure she got every drop.For a moment, things slowed down. She took her time as she milked my cock to savor the flavors, but she also took time to tease more paint from her skin to mine. When I found that I could breathe again, I knew what I needed to do. By the time she released my spent cock, I had fresh paint on both of my cheeks.When her eyes met mine again, I gently pulled her to her feet to stand between my legs. I held eye contact with her as I nibbled and kissed her belly and ribs, and I made sure there was plenty of paint on her skin. At the same time, I worked her jeans open, and before too long, her jeans and panties joined my clothes on the floor.I took my time as I continued to gently nibble and kiss. More paint marked her skin as I swept everything off of the desktop. She smiled expectantly as I pushed her to sit on the desk. The smile held as I lifted her legs to my shoulders, and she watched in rapt attention as I painted my way down each of her legs from her knee to her inner thigh. I think her obsession with watching the paint mark her skin ended when my tongue found her cleft.
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