I am sure there was a time that Lindsay wasn’t a disagreeable, self-centered bitch. However, as long as I can remember the two of them rarely agreed...on anything and they always butted heads.Lindsay walked out of her room looking at her phone as if she wasn’t paying attention. “Huh? did you just agree with me? I hope you are prepared to tell me all the way back to Atlanta what a smart daughter you have and how you should have listened to me before you invested how much money was it? about a. .. doing it to her. Every time I heard her talking, as she was ... doing it, as if you were there. Telling you she would not want anyone else to do these things to her. And she wants you’re ... co ... Cock in her ... soooo bad. Dad, I believe mom ... loves you. And not just because of what you have done for us.” She hugged him and said. “Oh Dad, I’m sorry for telling you this, but I didn’t know how to relate to you how she feels about you. Please don’t feel bad about her ... please?”Wow! That. Imagined me getting down on the whole female neighborhood. It turned her unfucked cunt into a deep, wet ocean. When I was out, during the day, she started to masturbate on a single image in her head: Her son fucking around. Fucking the women she knew, lived next door for eighteen years. After a while she fantasized about me, her son, filling up her holes. Fucking her hard. Shooting my semen in her. At first it was just a perverted thought to get her of. After a while she grew found of it.. Two-thirty?" See you then," Tony said, signing off.Martin arrived at two-fifteen. Tony smiled as his friend entered the tavern."I didn't think you'd be late." I've been waiting a long time for this. I brought my pocket recorder. I don't want to miss anything." Well ... where to begin. First things first. My name is Anthony Milano, but almost everyone calls me Tony. I am forty-four years old, and my birthday is December 11th. I am married to Nina Novak and I do have three children. I have a home.