I could see how wet she was too. I went down between her legs and fingered her again, "Do you want more?" I asked "Please stop.." She cried "It hurt..." I slapped her pussy, "One last time, do you want more?" Sara didn't say a thing, just cried, nothing I could make out anyways. I grabbed her by the hair again & put my fingers in her mouth, "Taste your fucking pussy! Don't you want more?" I said for the last time and took my fingers out of her mouth "...Yes" she said in a low, desperate. As their eyes met she said, “Dad, do you have a minute?”“Come on in,” he said.As she walked into the room he was puzzled by what she was wearing. He couldn’t tell if it was an extremely long sweater or a very short skirt. No matter what it was it looked good on her. He never had to worry about what his oldest daughter wore. Unlike Brooke she was overweight. He didn’t have to worry about boys wanting to ask her out. They didn’t. The only date she ever had while living at home was to prom.. “You don’t own me, Mick. I have friends too. I’m going to talk with them and spend time with them. It’s a party!”“When you’re done partying come and get me at the Hampton Inn,” I stood and turned to leave.“If I don’t come, it’ll be because I’ve taken a real man home,” she said defiantly.“Deb. I’ve drawn a line. I know you’ve been cheating and I’ve chosen to not have you followed and get solid proof. But I’ve drawn a line and when you cross it, the results will be very bad for you and your. Uhh ... really good. Yeah, the Brits enable spreading the field, Rachel can still do runs, as long as Katie and Gracey stay home. Oooh, I think I like it. I should have thought of that, if not two weeks ago, certainly yesterday when I was thinking so hard. Of course, Jess and Jules are going to get a workout, as, if I’m right, that’s an offense-oriented formation. We’ll need to get some backup midfielders up to snuff quickly.”Our teacher walked in then, so we trooped in behind him and began our.