"What are you waiting for, Son?" Dad asked, looking between his raised andspread legs. "Give your old man what you know he wants for Christmas!" You g...t it," I grinned as I pressed the head firmly against hisasshole. With no effort at all, the head popped in and I paused."Quit wasting time. Fuck me, Son."I took Dad's ankles firmly in hand and obliged him by thrusting my cockdeep up his ass."Oh yeah, Son," Dad moaned. "Fuck Daddy's ass good and hard."I obliged with some hard fucking action. My. “So what’s your point, Bradley? Who cares? It’s not like my parents, or any of my teachers know anything about the Internet. The only people I know who’d see pictures of me on the Internet are kids our age. I don’t care if boys my age see me naked. Actually, I kind of like the idea! Think about it! All the guys at school drooling over my hot pictures! That’d be great!” After walking her to the Hilton, Livia and Bradley waved at Natalie as she ascended. I was loving it. As I approached the racks of hosiery, I smiled brightly. I knew he must of felt so uneasy. I thumbed through the different styles and colors, picking out half a dozen or so, and gave them to him to hold. He looked around nervously, as I finished up and searched for a last pair.It was then that my breath was almost knocked out of me. From across the store I saw him staring at me. It couldn?t be him, I thought to myself. I looked at Brad and then turned my attention back to him.. The key is knowing the right questions to ask, because he will not have the ability to just volunteer information.”Over an hour later the group emerged from the barn. They were exhausted. At Cal Peterson’s suggestion a selected group of Thomas Lynch’s personal items were planted on Gill, along with items from Gill’s saddlebag that once belonged to Lynch’s son. Cal and Zeke were leaving immediately to find a proper place for their prisoner to break his neck. There was even some blood smeared.