"Tell me about it, Beth." Well, we were going to come together. It was kind of a big deal, at least for me. A chance for us to spend time together, yo... know, and be close again. But a couple of weeks ago these buddies of his asked him to go ice fishing up in Canada and he said he would. He said it would be more fun than some dumb cruise."Now Beth was crying, quiet tears rolling down her cheeks, shoulders shaking. I was dumbstruck. This loser would rather sleep in a freezing cabin or tent with. He lowered me back down and I unfolded my legs from behind him so I could kneel on the couch, straddling him with the base of his erection pressing against my aching slit. I pumped my hips, sliding my soaking lips along his cock and lubricating his length with my juices. He reached behind me to collect Earnest the gold not-a-vibrator with its umbilical sphygmomanometer pressure-cuff. This bit looked like fun: I took the little pressure cuff and slipped it over the head of his penis, sliding it. Her fingers and knuckles going white from the strain of holding herself back from entering the dog pen. She continued to beg and plead with her father, "Please, Papa, please listen to me. I need your understanding," she sobbed, her heaving causing her heavy breasts to bob up and down on her chest. Her father looked at her with disgust, "Let go of the fence you cheap whore," he said. He pulled Nena forward roughly, his big laborer's hand clutching her upper arm in a vice like grip. His thick. I’m walking to Martina’s house Saturday afternoon. Martina wanted me to meet her at her house, because her dad wanted to talk to me and take us to dinner. Thursday is Christmas and I plan to take Dr. Jackson’s advice to isolate myself from all of my problems. I decided that after Christmas, I’m going to go away and take time for myself.I knock on the door as Martina answers and gives me a hug and lets me in. I see Martina’s dad sitting on the couch.“Hey, kid, good to see you again,” he says. I.