"I took that pile home. I didn't want to open them that night, I just organized them in chronological order. There were so many. We had a trip the next day. Last night I started. I read all night. It took me all day to recover and get over here."
She steps back, looks me in the eyes, hands on my hips.
"Dad, I love you so f*****g much. Letters. You wrote letters. Cards for every holiday and my birthday. I even checked the postmarks. You never missed. Always positive, always loving, always there."
Feeling the tears well up, my voice cracked, "It was all I could do. I knew she would never let me see you."
Zoe grabbed me again, hard, twisting. I can't help it, I'm only a man. My c**k pressed against her firm young belly. She looked up angled her head and before I could react, kissed me on
