Shoes were typically something that slid on rather than tied, unless he was in a full suit and then he always looked sharp. His hair was short and us...ally a bit of a mess when he wasn’t in a social situation. It took several minutes with some gel to tame it and he couldn’t be bothered most days.The two of them would spend several hours just sitting in a coffee shop sharing stories, talking about their dreams, their heartache and their experiences. He enjoyed her company, she was smart and. A month ago, though, another letter had come ... one of the first she had received at her little two bedroom frame house on Walnut street in Granger, Kansas. That letter said they had done all they could for him. He had a medical pension, but he needed a place to live. He’d added that he was in a wheelchair. “I hate to ask for this,” he had written, “but I don’t really have any other options.”She had agreed, of course. There was no way to say “No,” even had she felt like it. She knew things had. Learning that she had been gang raped had made him feel like she was a victim in that whole mess as well. He could understand being a little skittish, particularly after having had someone try to kill him.Charlie had told him that she was getting some treatment so that she wouldn’t be so quick on the trigger with the pepper spray. Charlie said that she often returned to work from her therapy sessions with red eyes from crying and emotionally exhausted. Dexter didn’t know if that was a good. “Oh baby, that’s good, that’s good.” he started to moan as her pussy took his dick deeper and deeper.Tammy was close to the edge of exploding, he had almost forgotten what it felt like to have a hot little body beneath him, and the feel of a sweet young girl’s on the edge of cuming.“Oh yes daddy, fuck my pussy, and fuck your little girl’s pussy.” the young girl cried. It was at that moment that Ian knew that his love for young girls would bemore then just a passing fancy. The fact that Tammy.