From the horror stories I heard from Mia and Shay, I was expecting her father to be a pious, dominant, jerk and her mother to be a meek, submissive ho...sewife. They were anything but those preconceived ideas. Mr. Spurlock seemed to be genuinely interested in Shay's life, not just the big things, but even the little, inconsequential things. I could see in his eyes and actions that he really loved her. So he wasn't perfect, and sometimes his actions may even be more detrimental than helpful, but. Hopefully not. Oliver can’t really afford to get sick himself. Because of that, when she offered him a sip, he declined immediately. But, he doubted it, as her eyes also seemed sort of red. ‘This is a nice couch. Really soft,’ April murmured. Oliver smirked at it, patting the cushions a little bit, ‘Yeah. Can you believe this thing was going to be thrown away? Snatched this thing up soon as I saw it.’ ‘Heh. Just like you, Ollie,’ April took another snip. Ollie. A little pet name he hadn’t heard. "Yes darling" I hissed, "I'm fucking you, just like I'm gonna do every day for the rest of our lives" Yes, oh yes" she moaned, "That's all I've ever wanted, now shut up and shag my fucking brains out"I did, her words had spurred me on, my thrusts became faster and deeper until suddenly I felt my climax approaching, my toes began to tingle, the feeling quickly shot up my legs and almost before I realized it I was coming, I tried to speak but could only grunt as my cream jetted out into her. With my legs apart it's obvious my pussy is split open, and you can either see my labia hanging long and stretched on either side of my gash or pushed together and looking like narrow fingers between my thighs. Yet the rest of the photo is just me, my normal self, maybe a bit disheveled and my bra is a bit messed up.Partial payment includes these photos too. The more explicit and obscene, the better. And in exchange for every five sets of photos I get one play session from him. He's a wiry guy.