“Harder” I begged as he complied with my wishes. ‘OH” I repeated over and over again as he slammed it hard and furious into me. “You like ...t” he asked grabbing my hair as if I was a horse. I felt certain grandeur and started screaming but he didn’t let up but I didn’t want him too. The pain was intense. It was so intense that it was pleasurable. The harder he slammed it in the more I wanted it slammed. His hot load filled my hurting ass and that was the best feeling I have ever had in y. I said let’s just go over to another part of the parking lot. It was after midnight and all the stores in the center were closed. I got in my car and he in his truck and drove to where we could have a little privacy. I got out of my car and climbed into his truck which caused my dress to ride way up on my thighs. He noticed and said you have great legs. After getting in we engaged in a little small talk and then I just asked “would like me to suck your cock?”He said, “You bet.”I scooted over. Still, the heartache it caused hismother was something Philip never got over. He was certain he woulddisdain his father until the day he died.Philip was happy that he rarely saw his father after the divorce. He madea little effort to see Philip and his sister when he was not on tour, butthat amounted to only a few times a year. As happy as Philip was with thescant times he had to see him, he knew it tore up his older sister.Philip had often comforted her as she cried from the pain caused by. Slightly smudged, a little dusty but in period. Couldn’t call our outfits costumes because there was no attempt at fakery. We wore leather, cotton, feathers and wool as appropriate. Belted knives and dangles, tin cones and hair pipes.We drew the eye of every male between the ages of 13 and 80.We jingled quietly as we walked.A man with a camera stepped up.“I need a picture of you two,” John Baird said. “Oh ... Hi, Karen.”“Hello, Mr. Baird ... drumming up subscribers?”“Every chance I get. Who’s.