Sit down. I don’t want you to faint from the heat.”I put my hat back on and had a sip of water. This was one of the most shocking things I had wit...essed in my life. But let’s be honest: by then I was no stranger to death. I had pushed a man in front of a train. I had fed someone into the gaping maw of an escalator. I had kicked one down the stairs. I had smashed a man to death with a rock. I had let one burn to death in his house. I had slashed one’s throat, as I forced him to hold the knife in. Why some of the things they saymake me blush. A few women even...but I think you would prefer to havea daddy than a mommy. You can check them out on your computer if youwant. That's where I uploaded all them under your social media pages. Of course the new ones I created for you are the most popular," sheexplained.If you could perform a hissy fit tantrum with a pacifier and those babyshoes, Allen would have. In the end all he could do was plop down witha squish on the floor and cry. Bertha. I whimpered as he kissed my neck, and Mr. Jeff kissed the other side of my neck.I heard a belt buckle crack against the hard floor, and then I felt the warm flesh of Mr. Jeff’s cock brush against my hanging hand. I reached and encircled my hand around it. Mr. Bill began taking my shorts off as Mr. Jeff took off my shirt. My cock flopped out, and Mr. Bill licked the length of my shaft as Mr. Jeff ran his cock between my smooth ass cheeks.The two men didn’t seem to mind that I was dirty from. Robert dropped the subject, and continued to play with Michael's figures.He decided to pick up the subject of football with James and the two weresoon chatting away happily."Dad, Robert says you sound funny," asked Michael after the party and afterRobert had been collected by his parents."Regional accents," said John. "There is a lot of hatred about them. Peopletreated unfairly just because they speak with a different dialect. Ignorehim. You're already picking up the local dialect." Am I?".