Yes she'd like to get some sort of revenge, some kind of fucking satisfaction."Armstrong looked into the face of the woman as he reached up and calmly...removed her hands from his shoulders and said loudly but evenly, "SIT DOWN!" When she did he continued. "I think that if you'll throw one final party for me, we'll call it a thank-you party, I will be able to offer your mother that and more."Sherman Armstrong stopped to allow the effect of what he'd just said to hit home. It gave me the chance to. I live about 10 minutes away from the school, and share an apartment with this cool guy, Mark. Believe it or fucking not, Mark is the only other guy I've met who has a foot fetish. He let it slip when he got drunk one night, and I told him I had one too. We shared a laugh and now we point out hot feet to each other. It's a cool relationship, I have to say. I reach in my pocket for my keys and think about how shit my day was. Four hours of practice, followed tonight by at least another hour of. It took some encouragement, but I finally got him to join us downstairs. When we entered the room, dad started apologizing and to all of our surprise, Helen told him not to worry about it as she had already seen him naked when she went to put her stuff in the large guest room. Dad began apologizing again and again. I handed him a beer and then asked Babs if she could help me out at the grill and we left the two of them in the living room talking. When we got outside, Babs asked why didn’t I. I couldn't believe how much it hurt, but I tried to be good for my daddy, I could tell he was loving every minute of it. He was whispering in my ear how good I was making his dick feel, and how if I did it good to him, he wouldn't have to send me to live with my mom. I wanted to stay with my daddy and please him, so I started to move myself for him, sliding my little ass up and down his rod for him. Daddy sat up all of a sudden and started to lift me up and.