I projectile-vomited my supper into the toilet so hard it splashed water on us. A towel immediately wiped my eyes, and I vomited again, again and agai... until the dry heaves were tearing my stomach apart.A wet cloth wiped my face quickly followed by a towel. Someone held a bottle to my mouth. "Water, drink it all -- there may be more," while the toilet flushed.I drank as fast as I could then tried to throw up my intestines. The stomach contractions felt as if they'd tear my belly apart and a. "Erik smiled. "I seem to remember her mother becoming friends with someone at about that age. Seriously, she's got a good head on her shoulders. I think we don't have to worry about her moving too fast, do you?"I shake my head. "No, I don't think we need to worry. It must just be in her genes." That's not all the genes she got from her mother. I think Tom has already noticed that she has a nice tight ass in her jeans also." Erik!" I exclaim. "She's you daughter."He laughed. "I know but I'm not. His shaved ball sack slapped hard against my ass, almost stinging."I-I'm gonna come!" I screamed.He quickly sat up and positioned me on my back, my legs thrown over his shoulders. He was grunting with effort as he railed me as hard and fast as he could."OhmyGod FUUUUUUUCK!" I screamed as I came hard, my pussy spasming around his huge member.I began to twitch and roll around as I had one of the most powerful orgasms of my life."Here it comes," he said, pulling out and letting rope after rope of. Everybody seemed to feel like they had an inalienable right to drive fifteen miles an hour over the speed limit, run red lights at their whim, and park wherever they felt like. He'd been called a communist, an agent of the Gestapo, a "fucking pig" and a "pig fucker." All in just two weeks. If this was "better off," he had no idea how he was going to do his last nine years.A week later, Bob was standing at a vending machine in the gym he belonged to, drinking the last of a bottle of Gatorade,.