And the same is true of even the best of orgasms, right?

The come ended inevitably as rapidly as it had begun.

All of my muscles relaxed at the same time and I collapsed.

The spasms stopped and I could feel the ecstasy of my sexual release being replaced by the beautiful warmth of my post-orgasmic afterglow.

I lay still.

I struggled to catch my breath.

My breasts heaved up and down as I sucked fresh air.

Daddy pulled his face away from my pussy immediately once my climax ended – knowing that my clit was too sensitive to be touched just then. The condition was temporary of course.

My body was soaked with sweat. My heart was still racing.

My nipples were still straining toward the ceiling of the livingroom.

Daddy pulled his face out from between my thighs and rested his strong whiskered chin in the center of my pubic patch. He looked at me between my breasts and smiled cheerfully. I could tell by his facial expression that he was pleased with himself for giving me such superb enjoyment.

"How was that?"

"Wonderful, Daddy."

"Tell me."

"Better than anything I could have imagined."

I giggled at him.

"What's so funny?"

"What about it?"

"It's all wet and shiny."

"And whose fault is that?"

"I take full responsibility."

Daddy began to wipe his face on the back of his huge hand.

But I stopped him with gentle fingertips on his inner wrist.

"Let me lick you clean," I said. "Get on your back."

That seems like as good of a time to take a break. My throat is getting a little tired. Would it be okay if I had a soda or something and we finished this this afternoon?

INTERVIEW TWO

I feel much better. To tell you the truth, I was feeling kind of horny during the end of the first interview. Wow. I had a little more than a Coke during the break. I also made a trip to the ladies room, if you know what I mean.