Driving her for ice cream which was like 15 minutes from us felt like 1 hour. It was pure awkwardness. How many times I did try to look toward her, th...t many times I failed to see her as only my daughter. I knew I had to do something to get conversation to start but could not find the right words. So I started smiling at her, in the hope she would ask what, and that somewhat what happened. I took her hand in my hand(which was pumping my tool not long a go) and begun slowly caressing it. Did I. He started again. This time harder and deeper, his balls bouncing off my chin. Not letting up I felt his grip tighten on my hair and I knew what was coming.I heard him moan, “Fuck,” and he pushed hard. I felt the head of his cock as it was forced straight into my throat and spurt after spurt of cum shot straight down into my belly. He pulled out saying, “My god you are good Wendy.”My eyes were watering, my mouth was dribbling but I loved it. What was I doing? What was I turning into?He lifted. He stood over his fallen friend and flailed around him with his spear until he had cleared the area around them. He hoisted Unkes onto his shoulder and swung his spear to keep the path clear as he staggered to safety. When he was clear of the deadly plants, he laid Unkes on the ground and slumped beside him. He pulled Unkes onto his lap and cradled his head. “Don’t die on me, Unkes,” He begged as tears spilled down his cheeks into his beard. Unkes just looked at him, pleading for help with his. Now ever since she developed a crush on the blonde boy, Pyrrha like all teenage girls daydream about her wedding, but for some reason Jaune was wearing the dress, and this wasn't the first time something like that happened. Ever since Jaune showed up in a dress at the Beacon dance, Pyrrha was having dreams about Jaune wearing girls' clothing, like one time she dreamt about fighting in the Vytal festival and Jaune was cheering her on while wearing a skimpy girl's cheerleader uniform. There was.