That way I can practice my profession and my hobby. By profession, I am a thief, and it's good to know when people are gone. I never take much just a ...ew items here and there that might take a while to be missed.My hobby, well that's a little different, it may sound a little perverted but I get off on fear. And the best way to instill fear is to threaten them, make them feel you might hurt them. I would never have gone through with the actual hurt, but the fear is overwhelming. That way no one. A child who willgrow up unloved and forced out in the world to learn a sadtravesty of it from some stranger. A girl who never gets tofeel the child of their love beating it's way to life in herbody, in the most intimate act of love a father and daughtercan have. I weep to think of a child who will never sit on hergrandfather's lap, his staff of love buried deep in herbody; filling her with the love that only a grandparent canhave for a little girl. I weep to think of a grandfather,. Leaning closer, she pressed her lips to mine. She gently massaged my cock and I lowered the sketch book to try to cover what she was doing. Her tongue pressed between my lips and I let mine dance against it. She tasted like strawberries. I didn't know if it was her lip gloss or just her natural flavor.She broke the kiss, looked into my eyes and giggled. She looked around as if checking the proximity of people in our immediate area. Then I felt her hand unzipping my jeans. She watched my face. As an experienced lesbian, Anne-Marie knew when to change the pace of her tongue work. When she sensed that Jessie was ready, she flicked her tongue on her lover’s clit and Jessie exploded. Her hips moved up and down with such vigor that she slammed her cunt against Anne-Marie face. Anne-Marie got up and pushed the table against the nearest wall and began to undress. Jessie was still sitting recuperating from her orgasm but managed to get her blouse and bra off. Anne-Marie pulled off Jessie’s.