I did love Pam. Like I loved Melody and Alicia. Not just as my slut, but as my lover. The other women in my family I cared for. I did. I loved them, b...t not in the same way. And they understood. My mom, my aunt, Lee, and Zoey just enjoyed being used, being fucked by the man of the house. I gave them what they needed.And it was time to give Ms. Hiragawa what she needed.“How long has it been since you’ve had as much joy, as much rapture, as your daughter is getting from sucking my cock?” I. Finally, this critter heaved itself slowly out of the water onto dry land. It was about the size of a delivery van with four flat tires and rounded at the edges. Its color was an unrelieved gray, and it was extremely PACHY. Boy, was that thing ever pachy! It was so pachy that I’m sure it weighed a lot more more than the aforementioned delivery van. After all, delivery vans have lots of empty space in there which weighs hardly anything. Hippeaux, on the other hand, are not known for having cargo. I am 24 years old now, but the pages of my Diary that you are going to see are from the time when I was 18 years of age. So I am practically opening up to you a secret of my life which had been well kept for years.As I said these events go way back when the time I was 18 yrs old. And the background for this story is when I had to spend a week at my aunt Romila’s place, ( Romi, I used to call her). I had a habit of keeping a diary and maintaining it every night before I could go to sleep. Seven. Neither of them are still here. Sorry, I haven't found your reporter friend yet either. You do know, by the way, how bad an idea it would be if she actually aired this story?" She's not going to tell anyone. You know that." And I expect your gang of thugs at any minute." Huh?" This Cabal, or whatever." You got that? Say, how did you get past those mind shields?" They're shaped funny, like donuts. I didn't know until they tried to experiment on me with some kind of control machine. Your people.