It didn't make sense, but I've come realize the phrase 'It's a guy thing' is a way for males to forego any sense in what they should or should not fee... so we can continue to blithely tell women it doesn't make sense for them to feel or not feel something.Like I said -- it's a guy thing.It's not so much that I didn't have the emotional capacity of a turnip. It's that so many emotions storm through a teenage boy and none of them are placid. I hated Reggie! I liked Bailey! (A Lot!) I wanted to. Thus they saw to it that the Princess was forced to her knees in front of her half brother, and Kate thought it wise to follow suit without being prompted."You escaped me. It shall not happen again; you will belong to me, and serve me, as your Christian whore of a mother did my father. And you will bear more whores, sired by who I choose, for me to watch grow and use for my pleasures," the young man gloated.Without warning the Emir walked into the lounge."The Emir returns," said his Chief. Maybe even a dress.I heard Lilly moaning and saying, “Daddy fuck me hard. Fuck your little girl and make me cum. I want your cum in my cunt daddy. Make me a baby daddy.”She was just so out of control. If she got pregnant, or both of us got knocked up, it could be any one of the 5 guys who fucked us. We could do a DNA test once the babies were born, but until then we would not know. I hoped if I did get knocked up it would be Bob’s. But having daddy’s baby would be ok too.Lilly started cumming. She was merely a child-bearer, caretaker, cook and wife. And, in the evening a submissive and convenient receptacle for his passions. Mrs Cassandra Garrison was a beauty. She had been a cheerleader in high school, she kept in shape, took care of her appearance. She had long dark hair, and many people thought she looked like Catherine Zeta Jones. Her breasts were soft and full, and she cared for her legs by taking an evening run. She remembered the married woman who came to the church for.