No parties. No college friends. No petite flirty college girls with perfect perky tits. Damn. I loaded my 4x4 with the last of my stuff, said good-bye...to a few friends, and started the three hour trek from Pennsylvania to Long Island. The roads were pretty clear save for a minor jam up in the Lincoln Tunnel and I wound up pulling into my driveway shortly after 4 that afternoon, a half an hour ahead of schedule. When I walked through the door, my mom, as usual, threw her arms around me while. This one's a real good dancer. Ever seen her dance?" the last was aimed at me. "Get her to shake those tits and she'd be a real money maker." I don't want to," Carly protested."Shut the fuck up bitch!" Eddy Ray screamed. "You'll do as you're fucking told and you'll fucking like it! You hear me?"Carly didn't say anything."You hear me you dumb cunt?" Eddie Ray yelled again."Yes, Eddy Ray," Carly said miserably, "I hear you."Apparently satisfied, Eddy Ray settled back on the couch. "Now then," he. " she said, " a pistol. And though it is small, it is loaded." Do you really?" I said calmly as I shucked out of my long-tailed coat and tossed it toward a chair. I told her my name.She gasped, tumbled out of bed and ran to me, arms spread wide, nightgown flowing behind her. I gathered her in, answered her kisses and felt her sob and cry against my chest. "I need help, please, please," she sighed and then sobbed again. I patted her back as my trembling member filled and rose."Come, come," I. With her back towards me, she stood there in her matching bra and thong. The teal thong ran tightly down the crack of her round ass. She then began to slowly dance to the music. She laughed softly and grabbed her towel. Quietly I jumped off the bench and walked to the corner of the wall. She walked by me, not realizing that I was there, and headed towards the running shower. The shower was a small open room with a few showerheads. Sarah hooked her towel on the wall and then took.