.. not the 'right' way or even the BMA way. We don't even need to discuss my phobias about privacy and security.In short, I'm a slightly undersized pi...mire badly compensating for my various insecurities by far too often shooting off my own pie hole when smarter folks would shut up and listen more. I'd like to blame this social deficiency on the fact that I don't get laid nearly as much as I'd like to. My critics, and there are many, would say it's those very flaws that actively wreck my. We roll played many times since she had a fairly kinky daddy complex.She asked me to tell her some of the things we did when roll playing. I told her the gf really loved getting off by being caught masturbating by her "daddy".A specific story was told by me of a time I "caught" her and made her suck my cock she said she loved sucking her daddies cock and swallowing all his cum.Gail got very flushed and said that was a game she might like. I decided we needed to eat and slow down on the. I turn the corner to see a bunch of jocks trying to get into my locker. Before they notice me, I calmly ask, “What are you boys doing?”One of them continues trying to crack my padlock. I notice dents and other scuff marks on the locker that weren’t there before, so they have been at it for a while. The other five all brandish knives from pockets and other hidden places. The first to come at me swings wild. As I dodge, the blade passes by, and I grab the arm with the knife. I then step forward,. They had a daughter, Zoe who was eight or nine when they left.While we were driving through one small town after another I noticed that Route Sixty-six was the Main Street of all of the towns. We drove past many famous places I had read about. We drove through El Reno, Bridgeport and Talmadgeburg which was a boarded-up ghost town. I told Carla a little history of the highway, how it was mostly a dirt and gravel road until the thirties then eventually got paved. In the fifties, tourists traveled.