”“He knew some of their likes and dislikes, their disciplines and how they did in school. Who they had bonded to and how many kids they had and to...whom. He even knew if they were in peril or if they just needed him. He was rather extraordinary by all accounts. Everyone who is related to him finds they too can feel the bonds of kinship.”“So you knew Briana was not happy?” Tomas had to ask.“Yes and no. I got the occasional twinge of deep dislike, but I did know that someone made her very happy,”. I couldn't settle on one emotion long enough to slap any paint on the canvas. I'd discovered I had to feel the emotion I wanted to portray, let it infuse me from head to toe, before any positive results would shine through.Pick one and concentrate, I told myself. Ten minutes later the canvas stared blankly back at me like a huge, rectangular white eye. My cell phone remained silent. I checked it. Yes, it was turned on. Yes, the battery was charged. Argh!Back to the canvas. Red excites; blue. She clawed the window ledge as Ryan banged away at her cunt. She could see apartment buildings, people walking on the street, cars, and was certain she was being seen as the train eased by. It only made her excitement grow.It had been almost two weeks since Ryan had last fucked his girlfriend. She’d been away on business and he needed to rid his testicles of the built up semen. He felt the train slowing. He kept pounding. Grace’s head was pushed against the window, braced for the cunt ripping. And, so was she."Oh, DADDY. Fuck me, fuck me. Your hard cock feels so good. It feels so good having you like this, fucking me," AFSHO moaned. "Oh my daughter, you are such a hot wet bitch. You are making my dirty dream come true," DADDY declared."DADDY, it's the best dream. Make me your bitch. Take me. Take me and fuck me good and hard. I want to be your bitch and your fuck toy."Continuing his spearing of his sex-driven daughter's hungry cunt, ASIF worked to get AFSHO`S entire fuck channel.