Little 1: What? My pic isn't good enough for you?Major J: LOL. Prefer face to face.So, here Tina stood, watching the adult versions of her childhood c...assmates milling around. Childhood insecurities crept up on her as she spied the class princess holding court right inside the doorway. She had not been battered by time the way Tina had. And her cackle had not changed, either.Tina backed further against the wall and out of sight while she continued to scan the entrance to the hall. She continued. I rejoice the feeling of my father’s ministration on my body, but I want more. I want so much more from my father. “More Daddy. Fuck me harder. Fuck me!” I beg. Daddy shakes his head and slows down the movement of his cock. “No! Please Daddy! Please fuck me harder! I beg you!” He shakes his head still denying me what I want. “God! Please Daddy...fuck me harder!” I cry and yet he only smiles. He then shakes his head. To my utter horror, he vanishes into thin air. * “Damn! It was a dream!”. He uses to give his big cock a blowjob and use to calls my Didi’s name several times. While I returned home, my Didi use to shout on me and suspected me. She uses to force me to tell the truth to her why I used to go to Alauddin house. I then started to tell her that alauddin use to shag his cock take her name and wants to fuck her. She got excited while she aware that Alauddin was calling her name while watching blue films. With afraid, I told her that Alauddin wants to have her. Hearing this,. . .and his heart turned to lead. The man that had exited the green car and was walking up to him was wearing black shirt and pants, a beige light trenchcoat/raincoat… and a full-brim Tilley Hat with Airborne wings attached. It was what was in the man’s hand that made him unmistakeable: a red crowbar. ‘Well, Mr. Phillips,’ I said as I approached. ‘I did offer to help you when I was last in Apple Grove. You did not avail yourself of my assistance. So now your chickens… are coming home… to.