Phir ek aur jhatka mara dad ne aur pura utar dia meri ankho se ansu aane lage dad rook gaye aur lund bahar nikal ke dood choosne lage . phir 5 min bad...unhone ek hi jhatke mein pur lund utar dia aur maine jam se cheek di aaaaoouch aaaUff oh my god . dad mere mu par mera top thoos dia aur tezi se chodne lage kuch 10min badd mai unka saath dene lagi toh dad muskuranre lage mai b haa n aa hh god plzz dad rooko mat aur tez karo tab dad ke position change ki woh leet gaye ab mai unke lund pe kood rai. Ihadn't shed one tear as I told her, yet I felt...relieved."The next move," Cheryl said, "is up to your mother now isn't it? Imean, she wanted to see you, and you went, although you made sure tohurt her when you talked and told her how it was for you. Now it's herturn to make a move. She can agree, or she can leave. Right?" After apause, "You actually told her that I was like a mother to you?" Inodded my head yes, then, "That's a very nice thing to say about meAngela, but I'll bet that hurt. (Vickie) "Fury" began with many different tale-tellers. It ended with one authorial tale teller. How come?(Darkside) I wanted to explore different writing styles.(*Wendy-J) You have a talent for writing that I have not seen before, it borders on the dark like Stephen King yet it is romantic where do you get you're impetus?(Darkside) Thanks Wendy! *Blush* It comes from the heart. I'm an incurable romantic at heart, but cynical enough to realise that people can do bad things and that goodies may. She took the shoes because Running Eagle's soles were a lot harder and better suited to barefoot travel than her soft city heels. Neither of them wanted anything to do with his underwear since he hadn't had a bath for a few days, but she took his military shirt and Running Eagle donned his camouflage trousers and wrapped his scarf around her boobs to keep them from swinging when they had to run. His tiny backpack had good stuff like beef jerky and some first aid things that would make like.