"You keep following me. Getting in my business. Seducing my friends. Iremember the day you were checking me out in the locker room." Now, that was an ...onest mistake." You got your wish. I'm wasted. You and your perfect sister are perfect.You and your perfect life are better than my messed up life." Amber. I don't know anything about your life," Maybe I can talk herdown. "Do you want to talk about it? At least talk to your own friendsabout it. Talk to someone."She pushed me against the wall. I. "Annette complied with his request, her taut ass thrust back in his direction. Breathless, Drake dropped to his knees to worship the sacred ass cheeks. He placed one hand on each ass cheek, then began kissing them through the dress material, all the while kneading and massaging the plump flesh.As Annette felt Drake fondling her ass through her dress, she was further excited at the sensuous feel as the dress material slid over her skin. All she wanted to do was relax and let him do the work. By. “No, that’s not good enough!” Jack replied. He was outraged, his face red with fury, half running while Emily dangled from behind, her mascara beginning to run. She was a gorgeous girl, 5’ 8’’ with long flowing brown hair and deep blue eyes. Her lips were thick and moist; her body was shaped well, with a firm ass and c-cup breasts. She was still wearing her pajamas when Jack grabbed her, a loose top barely covering her beautiful, succulent breasts, and tight bottoms that left nothing to the. This felt like hours, dad on the floor, but finally they took him to the hospital.The doctors words destroy me and Isha. "Permanent paralysis." I offer to spend some time with daddy in the hospital during the day Isha couldn't take being with him. So he'd pick me up and take me home. Each of those nights back home Isha had to pat my back, give me kisses, and just hug me. This is all my fault. The trip was my idea.But daddy spent his time in the hospital 'moving things along.' He's well enough.