.. ever since I had crossed eighteen, he had just grown bolder every time we met. "Let go," I protested, playfully punching him on his back, "You are ...etting me all wet!"Oops!Dad grinned at my faux pas. To a man like him, this was a golden opening. But I had been here before; I didn't panick. "Look at my top," I continued, ignoring his dirty grin. "It's drenched." You look like you could use a drenching yourself, honey," my father replied, his hands clutching my stomach just below the swell of. The next step will be to convince Jake that he should forget graduate school and apply to the Confederacy as a volunteer. Sara would be fourteen this year and she wanted them to be picked up before Sara's birthday.Sitting back she wondered if she would be okay with Jake fucking her little Sara. That huge schlong of his could be too much for someone so young. She wondered how many kids at a colony world would be Sara's age. What kind of schools would they have?Inspiration struck. 'What was that. Then I wiped the outside down in preparation to tearing it completely down to clean. Damn I hated this stuff, but I had spent a month working in the armory on base with five other unlucky stiffs, cleaning case after case of these things. That's how I learned the difference between the smells of the packing greases.I dug through the boxes till I found the conversion kits and set one on the tool bench. I finally got the damn thing clean and broke open the kit and spent the next twenty minutes of. It was like time had slowed down. It seemed to take a long time for me to believe what I saw in front of me. “No. It can’t be. Why?” “Jacob,” I finally said. “It’s me. I’m glad you remembered. Thought you’ve forgotten about me, since you know, you never texted me,” Jacob said. “It really hurt my feelings, Jenny.” I didn’t know what to say to him, I’m sorry? I don’t think so… “And it hurts even more that you still haven’t said anything either. Well, except for my name of course,” he said. .