.. but it’s MY idea and mind your mother.”Six said, “There’s something missing ... I can almost see it ... but then I cloud up and it’s gone...”Yup ... changed history, I have ... past, present and future ... but it’s Sevens fault I got ‘in the family way’ and I’m not bringing up my daughter to be a bitch. My sister’s enough for any family.Then Six said, “I know you had something to do with it, Surprise. It bugs me that I can’t put a finger on it.”“Who me?” I said. Reverting to a six year old I. Coach Moore was pounding the lights out of me when I started to go wild and begged him to "rape my sissy bitch ass daddy" and "please make me your bitch forever Sir". He started to pound me even harder and grunted "here you go you fucking cum loving faggot bitch" and shot another huge load deep in my bowels. I clenched my sissy hole muscles as tight as I could around his rock hard manhood and expanded and contracted them to milk every last drop of black nectar out of his huge black bull looking. You can discuss this with my wives, once we get back to my hut. Do you wish to take things with you, or leave them here?”“We do not have much, Chief; Denovo would not allow that, so we can come as we are. All I have that I would like to keep is a small wooden figure of a child; one I had as a pretend baby when I was small. I hoped to give it to my own daughter, if I ever had one. That might never be.”“Pick it up at once, for it is a valuable object to treasure.” He sniffed. “Pardon me for. Her mound was plump and the hairs on it hinted at the full bush she must have had before the ageing process had started to diminish the hairiness of her sex. I was sure that area had never seen a razor and although the hairs covered an area from just under her belly and the top of her hairy triangle was wide the actual coverage was sparse. As with most women her age what her pubes lacked in number they made up for in length as they were no longer as tightly curled as in her teenage years but.