My mom and I never got along. She thought she was smarter and prettier than she really was. She treated her high school friends like shit after she ma...ried my dad. As they would have said in the old days, she put on airs. Mom wanted me to do golf and tennis at the county club. She wanted me to act like I was upper class.I did my best to avoid confrontation, and after I disappointed her enough times, she left me alone. She did like to call me a whore, and I always loudly pointed out that I had. .. feelings of pain, hopelessness and despair fading away. The volume from Ana and Simms was so high I felt it as soon as I entered the park that night. I knew something wasn't right, so I ran towards it as fast as I could."I said, "Obviously you did do something." Yeh, I did." He asked me, "You ever play football or soccer?" I told him I'd done both in high school and a bit in college. "Well, you're not a little guy ... how far could you kick one of those balls?" Maybe eighty yards on a good. As they scanned the pictures, the audience grew quiet. Looking around, Michael saw all eyes focused on the small makeshift stage. Christina, he noticed, was also very interested in the show.Next the girl pulled out from her purse a coil of rope and started showing and kissing her boyfriend.Soon, he got the hint and started tying her hands behind her. The coils of rope wrapped around and around her chest, first over and then under leaving two channels of rope framing her large soft. I rushed out of his bedroom in his penthouse apartment. I was so glad to be here and not living with Mom and her new husband. I was a daddy's girl. I should have been loving with Dad from the start. I could have been sucking his cock and riding his dick for a while now. I was eighteen. I hummed as I skipped naked down the hall, my perky, round tits jiggling before me. My blonde hair streamed behind me as I entered the open living room/dining room/kitchen part of the apartment. I gazed out at.