I knew I had to have him.At 42 years of age, Mr Morrison was a good looking guy. He was 6' tall and he was blonde with blue eyes. He was very fit for ...omeone who spends most of his day in the office and I knew from the past that he had a virtually hair free chest. From what I'd seen, I also gathered that he had a very large cock, a fact that preoccupied me more and more. I wanted him. I not only wanted him, but I wanted to fuck him and his daughter at the same time. I finally got the. The streets seemed dark, cold and lonely.Entry Fourteen: Troy I thought about what was going on. I was already missing Tabitha. I decided to call her at home. I waited patiently for her to return. Finally, I got hold of her and told her to return. I wanted a full explanation and we'd talk about our future. Soon, there was another knock at the door. "Hi, Tabitha."Entry Fifteen: Tabitha "Hi, Troy," I said as I greeted her... I held out my arms, and whether through love, fear, or a combination of. They were going to rape her and then they had no choice but to kill her. Had they simply shot her where she stood, he would have come up to them and not thought further about it. They could have been his salvation from nearly sure death in the wilderness. But the screams cut through him. His anger boiled over. He had no business being here. He should ignore the noises wait and approach them. He longed for home, and feared it as well. The sounds were coming from 50 yards to his right, the scene. "How many Becky?" he whispered."Th- Three," she responded in a hushed voice, hoping that no one else would hear her confession.The mental pictures of those three boys on top of her, panting, grunting, and slobbering above her as they pawed at her breasts and rudely stuck their cocks into her, filled her mind.She wasn't sure why she'd let them do those things to her, only that at the start she'd felt warm and cosy, like she was starting to feel now. But those times, as the events grew in their.