To us kids, Dad was just a big Teddy Bear, but for us girls, our dates and other men were afraid of Dad. He didn’t talk much but when he did, people...listened. Dad wasn’t big about holidays, even Christmas he thought was way too commercial. He would argue with Mom about buying so many gifts. The one thing he would do is make each of us something out of wood. He spent a lot of his free time in the garage where he did his woodworking. We were older before we realized how much more the gifts he. Her cunt I felt was a large one, but so far from having the quantity of hair I expected, she seemed scarcely to have any. One thing she did which annoyed me. After feeling my cock, she would slide her hands under the balls to my arse-hole which she would press hard with her middle-finger, giving a “tchick” with her tongue, at the same time.All this took place in about six weeks. “Hush!” said she one night, “some one is listening.” I could hear nothing, but she whispered, “Go up to the garden.”. I got off all over myself and would not be able to fuck her right away, and went down on her again...A little while later I told her I wanted to fuck her with a big black dildo and I could tell she got excited a little, and said jokingly, “well, one of us may already have one of those.” I know she has no toys at all and she knows that i know that, I looked at her and said “maybe one of us really has one!” Her eyes lit up!!! “Your joking right” she said with what was like a frog in her throat... .You've seen better, haven't you?"The voice sent shivers down her spine. It was the Hound, alive and apparently in good spirits. "You?!"On first quick reaction, Arya covered her breasts. The Hound sniggered again."Too late to cover your modesty, little bitch. I saw your face as you stroked your filthy your cunt. Nice, was it?"MelissaRauchFanUnited Kingdom1 minute agoplaboi80"I thought you were dead?" "You should have killed me"The Hound sat upon the embankment, his eyes tracing over Arya's.