"I took another step back towards the house but Adam didn't notice my hesitation. He spouted off a bunch of gobble-dee-gook about carburetors, and fra...e models, and engines, and tires, and such; none of which I understood. In my hands the helmet he'd given me felt cold and hard."Lil?" he asked over his shoulder when he'd finally taken a breath. "What's wrong? Don't you like it?" It's very nice," I offered weakly. "Very shiny." Well, come on," Adam said brightly, holding out his hand to me.I. She looked up at me with glassy eyes and told me she wasn't wearing any panties and Bud was fucking the hell out of her. She told me to get out of my clothes and feed my cock to her. My cock was hard in a second and in her mouth in two. She was sucking my cock like she was ready for dessert now. It didn't take me too long before I was feeling the cum boiling up from within. I fought it all I could but she was determined to suck it out of me. I came hard deep in her mouth and she drank it all. The desire to burn. To watch things burn.It grew stronger, even, and I would dream of fires more vividly, and planned and plotted to when I would be able to set fires again.And often I would ideate padlocking father in his office, gasoline to the double wooden doors and lighting his office on fire, thinking of him behind his colossal desk, his coughing and cavorting and his ivory dentures falling from his mouth.His silk pants and his snakeskin belt and his golf clubs all aglow, smoldering, and. It is melodic, filled with pure happiness. What do you find so amusing in my choice of food?” Valentina chuckled. Giancarlo smiled and replied, “The pasta is much too overcooked. The sauce is too watery, the broccoli was added much too early, and the chicken has the consistency of bubble gum. They should call it chicken soup. I mean no disrespect to the kitchen staff, but it is breaking my heart to just look at it. I think I'll have a salad. I thank you just the same for your recommendation,.