I was six when I first moved into the housing project. Johnny and Bobby lived across the street on the circle with their mother Pearl, there little br...ther Bunker, and their sisters Cathy and Flossie and little sister Maryanne. I don’t remember the first time I met them. I believe Johnny was a little older than me, he was kinda the leader in the little group of friends I hung around then. I remember he had blond hair and an infectious smile and that his eyes were always exploring. I don’t. ‘My soul is just fine,’ he says. ‘Is that right?’ the old man asks. Spencer continues to stare at the man trying hard to not stare as hard as he wanted to until finally he says, ‘What does it matter?’ ‘It matters a lot. Anger has its uses so long as you know how to channel that anger otherwise it can blind you.’ ‘I know where my focus lies,’ Spencer bites back. ‘Do you?’ ‘Yes,’ he answers through gritted teeth. ‘With whom then?’ the old man asks after taking a sip of tea. Spencer drops his gaze. The audience cheered. Some of them must have been disappointed that they hadn't had the opportunity. In most games, there's only one winner. In Annie's birthday sex marathon, there were five but Inga got top honors. In the middle of this chaos, I noticed that Babe Ruthie, the baseball gal, was missing. Where wasn't she here, for her share of the fun?"I won't tell Mama," Inga whispered."Its okay. She gave me permission at her office. Whatever you needed." And Inga needed to be fucked. By me. On. “Mmm, Daddy you taste so good,” I comment as I lick and suck your cum from my fingers, still on my knees looking up at you. Even though you’ve just released a huge load all over me, you don’t seem to be getting soft and I can tell this is going to be a fun night for the both of us. You stand up, pulling me firmly to my feet and walk me over to the side of the bed. I totter and wobble after you, as my legs don’t seem to be working after the spanking you administered. You gently pull the silk.