Well the day came I passed my drivers test and with it the freedom to just drive to wherever I chose and in the back of my mind I could hear the books...ore calling me. The only problem I could see was convincing my dad to let me take his truck to go out driving around. Most guys this wouldn't be a problem because they would just ask their dads for the keys and that would be that, but my dad grew with his dad believing if you wanted a car you worked and saved up for it so you had that sense of. ”“Hi Jon, she is good isn’t she? I have watched her in action. Is it true you are nine-inches and hung? Ask Sondra to leave the phone on, I want to listen in.“Tell me exactly what he is doing to you Sondra.”“Fucking me beautifully, he really is nine-inches and hung, rock hard, just magnificent. He is withdrawing his wet erection to edge me, then slowly sliding it all the way back in up to his balls while he licks my nipples, so good, so fucking good.”I can vaguely hear some type of alarm going. Ace and I would talk about school, future plans, family life, and other stuff. Ace had been my bus driver for the past three years. After more than 400 days of conversing, we had become quite familiar with each other. It was more than just hopping onto the bus and mumbling ‘Hello’ as you pass by. Developing some sort of a relationship, whether it be a friendly adult-child or staff member-student one, is key in a school environment. Everyone has a story that makes up their life. While Ace is. He had told me it was a goal but there was no way i was ready for his thick 9inches in my ass. My father was the only one to ever fuck me. I was his possession and too young for other men. I couldn't sit up. I couldn't stop him. I could only cry out. "No!" which only made him growl more."I made you. You are my daughter and i will take what i want." he was almost yelling in my ear with his body pressed against me. Tears streamed down my face. He stood up and even though I couldn't see him I knew.