Every little girl needs her daddy, most girls marry men in their daddy's image, or steer clear for other reasons, but having him in her growing years ...s instrumental and in my case, he was substituted by men inside me, fucking me in a physical love, feeling their cocks move around amongst my internal organs, was my connection to men, it was all I had to go on, and when the physical attraction waned it was my head that took over and my thoughts were not of the man inside me, it was my imaginary. "Smart question handsome." she started to touch my body again with her bloody hands. "We are around 150 kilometers away. But if you think you can try and escape, you're gravely mistaken." she spoke.Hmm. That should not be too far away from civilization. There should probably be public transport nearby somewhere."How do...." I was abruptly disturbed in asking my final question. "Silence! No more questions." she devilishly said. "But I haven't ...... " I continued and all of a sudden my forearms. ” He had said to me come lay beside me. I had walked over to the large bed kicking off my slippers before getting on the bed and laying beside Paul. He rolled over on his side and I followed suit laying on my side. He ran his large hands through my long dark blond hair and looked into my green eyes. I didn't know what to expect. I was hoping he would be like in the movies telling me how beautiful I looked in the moon light and all that stuff. But instead he kissed me on my lips and I. Instead, they were interested in their newfound social lives along with the beautiful young girls and boys that came with it.Heather was the oldest. Shorter than Libby, she also wielded more curves. From the start, Heather was the more aggressive of the two. She worked harder at sports because the natural talent was lacking. In her early teen years, she dressed more risqué and applied a little more makeup than Glenn would have approved. Her natural looks were much more sexy than most girls her.