She’s overreacting.Eve: That’s what you get for doing stupid things.Abigail: Oh shut up, you were with us too.Eve: That’s true. Hahaha!Me: So yo... were involved too.Eve: But I was never caught!We entered the cabin. There’s some old chair in the room.Eve: Oh, if I were you, I wouldn’t sit in this chair here.Me: Why? What did you do to it?Eve: We spilled fake blood on it, it might get on your clothes.Me: I think it should be dry by now.Eve: Our fake blood was water paint. Sure it’s dry. Sit if you. John liked to think of them as appointments but Mistress Vanessa fondly called them his training sessions. She had told him that all men needed training else their libidos would control their lives and that only brought on depression and guilt which was no way to lead a healthy and happy life. She had in a sense taken the pressures his sex drive placed on him and taken the reins. Her will was clearly strong enough to rein in his libido which left him a carefree person. For all that he his. What really took my eye was the sight of his semi-erect cock held by the foreskin in his left hand as the right stroked a razor up and down the shaving gel covered shaft of his manhood. A stream of hair riddled shaving foam ran in rivulets down his thighs. He placed the razor on the shelf and held his cock in the stream of hot water that ran off his chest, rinsing it clean of the soap. His entire genital area was completely devoid of hair, to my young eyes it looked fabulous, I would so like to. Thank you thank you thank you daddy! she says as she leans over and embraces me tightly. I smile feeling her warm touch. When is it? she asks after she fixes her hair. Well I was thinking maybe we can go and eat McDonalds, and then we can go get our front row seats. I say winking at her. She screams with happiness. Daddy I love you so much! You are the bestest daddy in the whole world! She says as she buckles her seatbelt and we drive away. As planned, we eat, go to see the show (which she.