I’d built a wooden canopy that shaded it from the sun if we chose to close the tinted sliding panels.“Nice,” she said as she gazed at the pool. ...wimming was one of Mom’s favorite things, I knew.As I said, we had just picked her up from the airport that day. She lived in the old house where I grew up, in Montana, where, this time of year, it was running at about two degrees above zero that same day.That was part of what caused our actions about the time I was thirteen. It was colder in February. Der Schmerz dient meiner Erziehung. Mein Herr diskutiert nicht mit mir.Widerworte: "Bitte nicht?", "Ich habe es vergessen?" kennenseitens meines Eigent?mers nur eine k?hle Entgegnung. HOL DEINEM HERRN DEN STOCK, V?TZCHEN.Ein langer, biegsamer Rohrstock. Jeder Hiebvon ihm ist reiner, verdichteter, kondensierter SCHMERZ. Jeder Hieb zieht einenbreiten schwellenden Striemen ?ber mein Fleisch. Ich erhalte den Befehl mich zuentkleiden. Nicht das d?nnste aus Gewebe aus Stoff soll meinen Leib. She threatened death, dismemberment and worse on the four men. She screamed again when Teddy thrust his cock into her. Rather than begging she mocked him."Are you in yet? I can't feel yer tiny cock. You're barely a man Teddy." He slapped her face, then again. In his anger Teddy fucked her as hard as he could, pinching her nipples until he brought tears to Kat's eyes. "Feeling it now cunt? If yer man doesn't show I'll have a line at the door here ready to fuck yer little cunt. If he does show,. She asks me what I’m doing and takes them and sniffs them, saying she’s always been curious about girls. Then she drops her pants and asks me to look at her pussy, with crotchless panties on, saying she’s just shaved it for the first time and wants to know if she missed anywhere she can’t reach, and I help her out with that, one thing leading to another…”He looked at her daughter’s face and it was red with embarrassment. She slid over in the truck and kissed him, laughing. Much to his.