” He laughed.“Well, why are you here?” I finally asked.“I need to tell you my story and then we ... Yes, kid ... WE decide where it goes from ...ere.” He said seriously, and so began my father’s story.“I don’t remember being born, or growing up, or having a mother, or a father for that matter. One day I was just there. Much like you see me right now. I’ve never been young, but with a little work, I can appear to be on either side of middle age. Say 30 to 55. I found that I speak dozens of. They vouched for her and took her “under their wing” not aware of the fact she was a twenty-three year old woman that had already gone through several boyfriends like a self-appointed femme fatale with an eye to her own personal satisfaction. Her little “Miss Innocence” act was perfect and she soon had her own little cabin right next to the Simmons.The night of departure was a real eye-opener for Betsy because she managed to ensnare two horny males with very little difficulty. The first one was. He was obviously enjoying our game as his cock was rock hard. I knelt down and stroked my fingers gently over his cock making it twitch. I teased him with my fingers and mouth for several minutes then got over him in a sixty nine and lowered my nylon covered cock onto his mouth and told him to lick and suck me. He didn't hesitate as we had done this a few times now. After enjoying his attentions for several minutes I glanced at my watch and saw that it was time for the next part of my plan. I. She had her own chair, custom built to keep her head at the same level as everyone else.He mentally shrugged. Whatever."Morning, sis. Morning, Mary." Morning!"There was something ... musical in her voice. It perked his mood right up. As soon as she had said it, though, both Mary and Goldie leaned their heads together and giggled. Hmm. Something was up. He had never had to deal with TWO girls before. Best to be careful.Breakfast that morning was fruit and toast, with some cheese. Taking one of.