They will talk to me. I didn’t know why, but it was supremely important for me to talk to somebody. To find someone that believed me. I would be goi...g mad otherwise. I needed to tell my story to someone that didn’t reject it right away. That was willing to listen with an open mind.“Yes?” My dad’s voice was stone cold. I had never heard him like that, even after I had dented his new car with my bike after my eleventh birthday.“Dad. I’m so glad to talk to you. You have to...”“Shut up, piece of. "HOOOWWWLLLL!" Comet sounded off even louder than before.Becky couldn't believe the pent-up pressure that the dog was releasing in her. It felt like someone had turned on a hose in her clenching pussy, and opened the tap to full."Comet," she heard the muffled sound of Joey's 'Roadrunner' cartoon voice through the floor. "Will you shut the beep, beep up." Shhhh! Comet," she tried to hush him. "You have to stay quiet, you hear."But the dog was lost in lust. He could feel his balls emptying,. Which I did.I had a few ideas, but her traumatised friend had requested some support that weekend; she ran a Sunday league football team and a number of the players had been incapacitated with a bug that left them requiring additional footballers. Maisie volunteered and my new zapper went with us both, unbeknown to my young lodger.The parish council-run facilities, a couple of miles from my house, certainly required some maintenance, and the muddy pitch had more dirt than grass. The football. "I know, thats why i'm doing it" she replied.She reached down and unzipped my jeans, she put her hand inside and slowly started rubbing my cock. Within seconds my cock was fully hard and Emma had pulled down my jeans and shorts. She smiled at me then took a firm hold of the base of my throbbing cock then down she went, straight away taking the head of my cock in her mouth, she ran her sloppy tongue around the tip. Pulling back still with her firm grip she spat on my cock getting it really wet,.