“Well !” he shouted. “I am a human man, you walk in here dressed like that what I am supposed to think, my daughter is such a slut she wants her...dad’s dick. Is that what you want me to fuck your worthless slut holes”I started to cry, “no dad I am so sorry” I started to stand up t leave.My father grabbed me hard, and whispered, “that’s what I am going to do, I have waited years to fuck you” that moment I learned that when my dad whispered it was going to be bad.He ripped my bra off leaving a. He had once knitted a cardigan for a very close friend while on the trail from Abilene to Fort Dix, and in six colors to boot. He kept the yarn in the saddlebags and it fed right out, just as pretty as you please."I'm just positively parched, Cali. How bout' you?" The horse gave a snort and a nod.Jericho veered Caligula over toward the Mad Dog Saloon. The town's folk that saw him coming toward them almost trampled each other trying to get out of the way. Bobby Wilton ran off to tell the sheriff. ‘Well my dear companion, we are back on the road. And tonight we will sleep under the stars again, which should suit you. How long it seems already since that first eventful night!’ Joanna smiled back with warmth. She started to reply ‘Aye my love …’ and covered the slip by finishing ‘… of all things natural is strong. It will indeed be pleasant to sleep outdoors again.’ Terence smiled wider at her transparent attempt to cover that little word. They rode on, both deep in thought. Then of a. "Get me a bra and some underwear. Then you can get the clothes I ask for. Better yet, I'll get them when you're changed. Still, get the bra and panties because your... I mean my pussy will be sopping wet and I hate my boobs sagging," said Whitney's voice. Tucker felt sickened at these things."What the fuck is going on here? Where'd you come from?" asked Tucker in response."Don't ask questions. I'll explain after you get the clothes. Just know you're going to turn into me." Why should I help.