“Are you worried about something? Did you break something while Daddy’s been busy?”I shook my head again. “No, Daddy. I was watching TV like a...good girl”.“Hhmm…” Daddy paused a moment, unable to think of anything else to suggest. Then he said, “Did you go potty today?”More tears were running down my cheeks. “I can’t, Daddy. I push and push and nothing comes out”.He rubbed my back as I began to cry softly. “It’s alright, Honey. You just need a little help. Let’s go in the bathroom and clean out. Vanilla? Sort of, but not? …. She pulled on his shoulders, her hand on his cock again as she drew it toward her vagina, she kissed his scar, trailing her lips along it’s length. The chanting was in a strange language, it seemed to come from the walls, alien, yet familiar, his cock was just touching her vagina as she squeezed him with her hand. Almost inside her, now now. He sat up in bed, sweaty, his erection tenting the covers his hand moved to it and at the first touch he came, his cum surged. " I'll pick you up at ten. We'll practice for one hour, and then we go swimming, okay?" Another hour before we leave too?" We'll see. Not if it's as hot as it was today. Ten o'clock, so be ready. Tomorrow, let's relax and spend time thinking about something besides tennis, okay?"I went back downstairs after nine o'clock, to get a snack and to tell Hans that I needed a ride to Brenda's and the club in the morning. Mr. Parsons was just coming in the door when I got down to the bottom of the. O’Connell, Miss Evens is here.’ Mallory looked down at the man who was eyeing her with confusion. ‘Umm no it’s not. I’m expecting someone blonde and a good bit taller than five feet.’ The man looked even better in person than he did on television or on the cover of a glossy magazine. He had broad shoulders and was tall, she’d read somewhere that he was just over 6’4′. His hair was strait and almost black, and his eyes were nearly the same color. He was tan and had a face made to melt heart with.