First of all, let me describe my family. I have a small family consisting of my dad, my mom (Daisy) and me (Klingy). My dad is a muscular man with an ...deal man’s outlook. My mom is a 35-year-old lady with perfect buttocks. Her measurements are 34 E-24-38. She has a well-maintained body with big breasts. She looks like a model and everyone in the city couldn’t stop themselves looking at her once.It was an evening and I was with my family where suddenly my parents prepared a plan to visit my. Just so you know, baby girl, we didn’t goad him into doing any of that messed up shit to you." I know," she moaned as Donnie slammed into her ass even harder. "I'm sorry about my brother. I didn’t know he was a murderer. He was really going to kill me, wasn’t he?" Lisa, no, the moment I saw it was you…" If you hadn’t known it was me, you'd have killed me," she cut him off with a groaning wail. He could not tell if she was enjoying being double stuffed by his friends or not."Can you please stop?. Pulling on my shirt, jeans and runners I took off after the girl but the exercise of walking fast cooled my ardour and I realized that the whole idea was stupid. Then, just as I was about to turn back and go home I heard a voice."Hi Joey... where yuh goin'?"Surprised I looked for the source of the voice and saw a girl sitting on a log beside the path."Uh... just taking a walk," I stammered and, looking closer, I recognized Sally. Sally was a little girl, three or four years younger than I. She. We talk now, more frequently, like we used to. That alone fills me with a joy so great that there are few words I can find to properly express it. I get lost in the bliss of hearing his voice and every single time, without fail, he has me hanging on his every word. However, in his absence, I cannot cast the truths from my mind. They flood me with so many emotions and Hate seems to be the most prominent. I detest him for putting me in a position where I cannot tell him that I love him and for.