"Did you sleep well, dear? It sure was hot last night. Have you got any plans for this afternoon, Jessie?"Jessie thought for a moment, "Not really, da...dy. Why, do you have any plans?" Yes daughter, when we brushed against each other last night. I noticed that your nightie was a bit worn and thin. I want to take you shopping this afternoon, Jesse." OK, sounds like fun, dad. Is it OK if I have lunch with my friend, Donna, first?" I really need to talk to someone about this.Her father nodded, "No. " I said."Do you fear solitude, going through life alone?" He wondered, his eyes still fixed on the moon."Somewhat. I wonder if I'll find the right guy, if I'll second guess my choice, if I'll be happy. My Mom and Dad seem happy, but my Dad is away more than he's home. He's in sales and I always hope I meet a guy with a more stable job than my Dad's" I answered."Maybe I'm the right guy." But how would I know if I didn't go through a slice of life where I met others." You're wise for 16, not. It was then that I noticed that we had been joined by the young man who had let me into the spa. He was now naked, pounding his cock, sitting on the grass, only a foot or so away, closely studying my predicament.The cock was thrusting wildly, and urgently, deep into me. My bottom greedily lifted to welcome each thrust. Too soon, he ejaculated voluminously inside me, and his powerful slapping resumed on my right buttock. I noticed the younger man stand. I was bucking, and squirming, wanting the. It is what it is,” Tara presented her final report, more than a little pleased with herself, but worried like hell for Harold Bird.“I have a feeling that the new South will be something that the Klan has cause to fear, and I’m very glad of that. I know that I don’t plan to just use my power for myself, though I will benefit. I want to help bring an end to this madness, if you will,” Damien remarked, with zero sympathy for the Klan and their set.“Yeah, even Frank and Jim have been coming around.