." God, Sally, I would never have believed that you of all people could be impressed so easily just because some guy is driving a fancy car! I mean, w... can't all tool around in a fucking Porsche!" What is this 'tool around?'" Sally wanted to know."It's just slang. It means, like, driving around — maybe fast."
"How did you know that Greg had a Porsche?" Sally asked."Uh. I knew because you said so. You said he had this beautiful little Porsche." No I didn't. You said it was a Porsche. I didn't. Please come to me tonight, Daddy! I need you so bad!!Your Princess & your Cock Worshiper."I looked at the time stamp on the bottom. Emmie had just sent that reply minutes ago!OH SHIT!Oh shit! I stood there motionless. Oh shit! What an erotic fantasy, what a lascivious image. It was as if her letter was written directly to me. Not to that asshole LilGirlsDaddy. But directly to me. She knew I would read it. I'm her Most Beloved Wicked Daddy. She wants ME to come to her. She needs ME so bad. She. Helen and I shared a bedroom together, we had a two bedroom house. So I could only had fun when Helen wasn’t there or asleep. Helen walked in on me one day while I was masturbating. She turned her head and asked me to stop. It turns out she masturbates also. She told me she started doing that when she was 11. I asked her how it started for her. She told me she got the itch and it all started. I never knew she was active that young nor saw her having fun. Helen told me to use the blankets to. Still my lover's penis was planted firmly in my end. The cum in my hand quickly found its way to my mouth and I swallowed my own essence with great appetite. Slowly the penis in my ass shrunk and slipped out of the hole. Some of the semen trickled down my thigh, but I ignored it. I just turned around and gave the boy a big kiss on the lips. "Thank you," we both muttered under our breath. He walked over to the couch and lay down while I continued to make breakfast. Just as I was done roasting.