I walked over and I felt a strip of pain across my face. Then across my back several times. I cried really hard. He still hits me when I do something ...e doesnt like. The only person Ive told is my therapist. They are pretty much the reason Im alive. Playing sports is something my dad wanted me to do, and he wanted me to ignore girls so I can focus on sports. I really want Jess and I really want to make her happy, but Im scared Im going to be like my dad. I dont want her to be stuck with a guy. And when I look down at her to give her the Host -- she's about four inches shorter than I am -- I can't help staring right down her blouse, so I know she doesn't wear a bra and doesn't seem to need one.I have to be careful not to stare too long, though, because I don't want Mike to see. That's her husband. He's a big, beefy salesmen for auto parts, away from home a lot. Maybe it's because he has to leave Carol alone so often that he's so jealous. All I know is I wouldn't want to cross him.As I. “Oh fuck! Would I ever!” Jesus Christ! I felt like hoisting her onto the kitchen counter and plowing it into her right there. I took a deep breath and exhaled slowly as she looked at me with a teasing smile. “Okay ... okay. Let’s get dessert out there so we can get those guys outa here or I’m gonna end up cumming all over you right here.” We both looked down at my swelling dick pushing against the front of my trunks.“You know I wouldn’t mind that, Uncle Jeff,” she said as she reached between us. She could dominate a human with a glance and bend their will to hers. If they were prepared they might be able to resist. Faust's familiars hadn't been expecting it, their mental defenses lowered.Now they were ready. So Abigail didn't try to mesmerize the Texan.The Texan took a swing. His punch was hard, fast, blurring at her. She twisted her body and kicked out her foot, slamming into his solar plexus. He grunted and stumbled back. He threw two more punches, quick jabs that Abigail twisted.