The desire for something in my rectum would come in a cycle, every 8 or 9 months, but the instant I came the desire was gone and all I felt was akin t... shame or embarrassment. After years, the cycles still came but that feeling of shame subsided somewhat. fast foward to 33 years old.married, 2 k**s. out of a job and at school to learn a new career.Now the story about knowing yourself (myself).The school is 250 miles away from home, we recieve a nominal stipend for food and lodging, not alot. She's in college, and still doesn't seem to understand how young men on campus use their God-given right to fuck hot girls like her.And make no mistake: Heather is hot" Long, wavy auburn hair, cascading down over alabaster skin, perfect 34-C tits, a flat stomach, and a nicely-trimmed cunt that BEGS for male attention!Obviously, I didn't raise her right, because the following is the text of her selfish, complaining, bitchy letter to me:Dear Daddy,I'm getting fucked against my will every night!. Alternatively you could submit a chapter for reveiw again following those same guidelines and not straying to far from the story path. All people who submit an idea or chapter that is added into the story will be featured on the think-o-naughts page, along with a custom discription (message me the discription you want displayed), and the chapter title/s.NOTE: All characters are of or over eighteen years of age. No ifs or butts, they're for sitting, fucking and eating.The first of which is.Your. Sally was trembling as she slipped her hands down to her mother’s swelling ass and the backs of her thighs.Marla moved, her tongue along the elastic waistband of Sally’s panties, drawing it along one hip, then down the sweet flesh of Sally’s thigh. Sally twisted and gurgled as she watched her mother’s wet tongue flicking her legs. With a husky cry, Sally flung her legs wide apart.Marla saw the tight crotch of Sally’s panties, and saw it was wet, very wet, her succulent cunt-slit outlined. As.