” He choked on a sob. “If I can’t kill you, then I’ll kill myself. I swear I will. I’ll open the window and jump.” “Oh, my beautiful, si...ly Beauregard,” Lorelei gave a soft laugh and ran her fingers through his long, wavy hair as a mother would to an upset child. “You’re on the second floor; the fall would hardly kill you,” she paused to consider this, “Though you might land on your head and spend the rest of your days as a halfwit.” “What am I going to do?” Beauregard buried his face in his. "You go put on that white bikini - the one with the tie sides on the briefs. If they suggest they want to fuck you, I want to watch. If not, then at least you'll improve your tan, and I'll do anything you'd like as a forfeit. How's that for a deal?"I thought for a moment then agreed, and went up to my bedroom to get changed. When I took off my panties I touched myself to feel my wetness, my pussy aroused by that frisson at Paul's touch. My pussy wanted me to stop and play, but that would have. Fuck your little girl up the ass. Make me your little fuck toy. I need it, Daddy. I want it. Fuck me, Daddy! Fuck me!!!! I thought nothing could be better, nothing could match the sensation of fucking my girls tight asshole. The tightness of her anal ring, the sweltering heat of her asshole, and the fiery depths of her bowels all worked to make me senseless. It was fruitless, I had to fuck this ass. Harder, Daddy, harder. Fuck my ass until it hurts. Fuck your little girls ass until you cum so. Understood?" Sure. I don't want trouble. I just want my tits appraised." OK. I think your... I think they're worth about..." Hold it. Aren't you going to ask me questions about them? What size are they? When did they develop? Do I wear a B cup or a C cup? You know, their history. What kind of an appraiser are you?" ... Listen m'am, I'm a very good appraiser but I've never... Oh welI... OK... Can you tell me something about... your... ?" Tits? Yes, that's better. My tits started to form and.