But Bob was also a philosopher, and living on the ranch, during the long, cold winters, there wasn't much to do but read and think. And while Bob thou...ht in conservative terms about most things ... he didn't think in conservative terms about every thing.Maggie had tearfully told him who the father of Mandy's baby was. She was still agonizing over whether or not to get Mandy an abortion. She was clearly worried that the baby, if allowed to come to term, would have two heads.So the first thing. Tears streak my face. When the bra comes off heat radiates frommy pussy to the rest of my body. I cannot believe how turned on I am. "Come here, my slut. I want you to stand here" Rachelsays as she points to the ground directly in front of my chair. I walk overto her with my head down. She knows I will do anything for her now. As do I.I am cringing inside and my pussy, loves it. "Now, my little whore bitch. I want you to drop those pantiesall the way and show me that nasty little snatch of. Desire. Hunger. Only you will know what they lead to. Masculine.Feminine. Both. You are the most unique mixture of two. Carried bythe human body you have now. It does not matter what combination is, itonly matters how you use it. So you must learn, to make your crossing.You must ask yourself what is it that makes you burn brightest."For some reason, I instantly thought of my running man's cock. I couldsee it, right there in front of me. Close up, and huge, as if I waskneeling between. I remember testing him with them, one girl in particular had gone out on a date with a guy who was in the New Zealand Army, he had made a play for her and before you knew it they were lovers, then he was posted back home, as it turned out he was married with two c***dren, she was broken hearted, just sixteen and had a small fiery blister on her privates, she panicked and was genuinely scared about having caught an STD from him, the lying bastard, as she called him.I took her around to my.