May 24, 1990, Chicago, Illinois“Just remain calm no matter what he says,” I reminded my sister.“I know! I know!” she sighed, exasperated.“I ...ealize that you know, but I think you need to be reminded. Deep breaths. Think before you speak.”“She’ll be fine, Steve,” Jennifer said.It was just before 7:00pm on Thursday, and Jorge was due any moment for this talk with my sister. The bell rang a few seconds later. I went to the front door and opened it.“Hi,” I said.“Hi, Steve. Trish came along.”“No. "No," Melinda said uncertainly. "From your grins, I take it there'ssomething you haven't told me?"Jenny giggled. "Depends on which version of Gwen. Sometimes, Greg getsa little ... carried away." She held her hands up far in front of herchest to demonstrate.Anya scowled at Jenny. "He hasn't done that for ... a long time." Shelooked at Melinda. "He just turns into what he would be if he'd been agirl."Melinda shook her head. "I don't know how you can talk about this likeyou're discussing. "I'm glad you did." I'm glad I did, too. You were swinging from the floor. It would have hurt." Abraham, what do you want in a woman?" Let's see."She should be taller than average between five nine and eleven. Slender but not skinny with nice boobs and butt. She has to like the outdoors and be a shooter." She was smiling."She has to have a lively personality, good brains and a caring heart. She has to have her own standard of conduct though I would hope she's passionate." Abraham, really.. "Daddy pushed me back on the bed and undid my handcuffs only to cuff them to the rails at the bottom of our headboard. With my arms restricted, my pussy tingled with excitement. Daddy got back up and grabbed the whip and put it on the nightstand beside us. He climbed on top of me and without warning, slammed his cock into me. One hand on my clit and the other on my breast, he continued fucking me hard. Daddy knew what he was doing. He knew that I liked being fucked rough, and he was teasing me..