Three questions used by gropos to determine if a casualty is still switched on and recording: what is your name, where are you and what is the current...date time group? Out of luck. I guessed that we might be in jump space—just a guess, and it allowed me to claim that we were nowhere. As I said, I could have been in the auto-doc for fifteen minutes or fifteen days. My name. I have a name."Finished coming up with excuses?" someone said. I managed to peek through one eye at the speaker. Bald. Flat. I felt my dad’s cock begin to grow, pressing into my ass. Yup, this was my idea of a perfect night.As usual, my dad fell asleep holding me. It was my favorite but this time was different. His pelvis was thrusting into me pressing his bulge into my butt. He was humping me and it was turning me on so much. “Daddy?” I whispered, curious if he was actually still sleeping.He wasn't sleeping though. He simply thought he was dreaming and consented to every act that followed."I love touching you,". Cameras were pretty much a given for pop whore events. Need help with a repair bill? Talk to Happy about his “repair club”. This was most popular with working gals who are desperate to make ends meet. You'd be surprised how many used batteries, brake pads, and used tires have been installed but never billed if you're a decent looking girl willing to swallow the pride and sperm of all parties involved. Depending on the repair, Happy's mood, and his personal assessment of your. Michael's hand reaches in the mailbox, taking out the package. "Hmm." As he looks at the package he sees that there is no return address on it. He walks back in the house, looking the package over once again. "Get the mail honey?" Asks his wife, Laura. "Yep, nothing but this," he says as he tosses it to her. "I dunno what it is." "Hmm, well, let's find out." Michael walks over and gets a knife. "Hmm well." He carefully cuts it and opens it slowly. Inside are 2 packages. He pulls them out,.