"They wouldn't send me off by myself. No way." Wanna know something weird?" What?" I don't even have a last name," Ronald laughed."No way!" I giggled....Yeah. Seriously," he said. "If I do, nobody ever told it to me." What about your birth certificate?" What birth certificate?" Ron asked sarcastically. "You probably think I got a library card too, huh? A driver's license?" You don't?" How am I gonna get any of that stuff?" he asked. "You think I'm lying, but I'm not." I don't think you're lying.". I was amazed with what I saw when I emerged into the cavernous Poughkeepsie station - it was a real relic from an earlier era!I took a taxi to the Poughkeepsie Motor Inn on South Road and checked in. After an unimpressive dinner at a Howard Johnson's in front of the motel, I turned in for the night.Early Monday morning, I took another taxi to the IBM Education building. When I saw how close it was to the motel, I decided that in the future I would walk between the motel and IBM unless the. Then we need only ship down what you want. I’ve already got a house-sitter I trust, one of Paul’s nieces.”“OK, the photos do sound like a better way to go. However, there are three other safes in the house and I need to tell you how to access them. One is a gun safe so you’ll need someone with a firearms licence to carry handguns when you open it. Dad has a collection of old or rare guns. He’s licensed and all, but I’m not licensed and I’m not interested in them. They’ll have to be auctioned. . fuck daddy with your little pussy.. fuck me good sweetie” Paul pleads. Bridget’s little pussy is even tighter than he dreamed. He pushes firmly each time to go as deep as he can. “God.. oh god.. daddy.. you’re cock is bigger than I ever dreamed.. your filling me up.. your fucking filling me up daddy” was Bridget’s response. Her cursing just made Paul harder.. That innocent little tramp talk is always a turn on.. For 10 minutes Paul fucked his tv-daughter good and hard.. As he looked down.. he.