“Did you make me a coffee?” He asked.“Why should I make you a coffee?”“To show that we are friends.”“We are not friends. You are a nuisa...ce that happens to have seduced my mother. I don‘t fall for your so called charm.”“You don’t have to. You are a lesbian.”“You what? How dare you!” I was staggered.“I am sorry. You are a lesbian, aren’t you?”“I am not a lesbian.”“Prove it.”“Pardon?”“Prove you are not a lesbian.”“You know, you are the most disgusting, obnoxious person I have ever met.”“That’s a. The binoculars are still pressed to his face.I spit on Daddy’s cock to keep it wet, keep the movements slick. Each time my hand reaches the top of his cock, I tighten my grip just a little, so the head has to squeeze through the small circle my thumb and index finger make. I know that feeling drives him crazy, like his cock is pressing through the tight opening of my pussy each time my hand comes back down.I watch my tiny hand massaging Daddy’s big cock. Clear liquid pearls up at the tip of his. He always wondered what the additional key next to the car key was. Dev stealthily made his way to the strong room, he tried the key and the door opened.The visuals of his Dad’s room played through. In the place where he expected an old man to be asleep, he saw him wide awake, banging his secretary Uma on the bed.A bead of sweat broke from his neck as he swallowed the truth. He closed the room and retreated to his cabin.After a few hours Ravi showed up.“Paper work done?”“Yes! I had few doubts. . athlete of extraordinary caliber but still able to get the grades in school he'll need to succeed as an adult."He hadn't even gotten to the damn fire yet. I tuned him out and looked around the crowd. Besides Tami, Robbie, and my sister, there were only half-a-dozen kids. It was mostly adults. I recognized several of my teachers from the middle school, and a couple I knew taught at the high school. Mr. Boyd, the cop who lived in the front row of the trailer park, was there in uniform. My.