I don’t know for sure, but that usually means a parent conference, if you remember.”“Yeah. As Mom said when I stopped home this morning, I’ve ...eally put my foot in it this time!”“Suddenly, I’m thinking my suggestion about Maggie was even MORE right than I thought last night.”“Thanks for calling to let me know. I think I’ll call Janey and see what she has to say. Her parents seem to be sane.”“Deacon Vasily is going to go ape over this. Not to mention Mrs. Orlova. I heard Tasha use her name,. The other guy bailed. And I've got stuff needs doing.' Like festive binge-drinking before he dragged his sorry ass home to his God-forsaken wife, thought Shane. 'You want this job or not?' he was challenged.'Yeah yeah, you go,' Shane muttered resignedly. 'I'll cover it.' 'I mean it's not like you've got a girlfriend to worry about these days,' Arlo said casually and loudly, as he raised the partition and made for the shop-front door. He paused there to deliver a final parting shot. 'Hey, she. I had to re-post my novel"Sweet Marissa" a few years back after Fictionmania lost it after one oftheir re-boots. Anyway, that novel was probably my first effort. Thelisting of 2005 as my start point is incorrect. I posted my first storyhere in 1998. A fact now that seems to be lost in the mists of time.It's no big deal but in looking at the calendar I've been at this for 20years and counting now! It is a nice break of sorts to turn away frommy real "professional" writing and write. I wanted to tell him to stop but I was too worked up. Dad had me lie on my back. I felt his cock rubbing along my wet slit. He finally slipped into my waiting pussy. I had to stop myself from crying out. His cock felt enormous. Dad pushed in the whole way and then he held his rod in place. My muscles had my Dad's cock in a tight grip. I couldn't let on. I wanted my Daddy to fuck me hard.That is what happened. Dad drove his dick into my crazed pussy over and over. I was having one orgasm after.