” “Are you challenging me too a fight,” you ask her incredulently? “What, are you scared,” she challenged.“You’re crazy,” you repeat, ...��I’m not going to jail for beating a girl.” “Like I thought, you’re a scared little bitch,” she sneered. Part of you would like to teach her a lesson, but you reason little good can from accepting her challenge “My only fear is putting you in the hospital and spending a year in jail. This is getting ridiculous, I’m leaving.”“How noble of you,” she mocked, “I’ll. .. clenched!Mark moaned and went up onto his toes as the first jet of cum shot from his cock. He heard a chuckle outside and opened his eyes, nearly missing the second spurt into the glass."Must be a first date," one voice said at the sink. Another man laughed.Mark stood in frozen silence as his orgasm ejected load onto the lip of the wine glass then rolled down the side. It was not his best load, but still nothing to be ashamed of. He'd had worse. When it was all said and done, a small amount. With her head lowered, she tell's him "I was texting Deb and, well, you read the texts I guess" "Yeah, I did" he replied. "So, is it true? Do you feel that way? About me?" Angie starts to tell him no, but, looking at how he is looking at her, she decides to answer him another way. As she drops the towel she says "does this answer your question? I am not a lil girl anymore. And even if it’s wrong, Yes, I feel that way." Her dad stared at her nude body, jaw hanging open. He tried to. I finally just walked over and hugged him like you woulda frightened kid, head against my stomach. That was a mistake.I'm hugging him trying to sober up some more when he startsmouthing me through my pants. At first I had no clue about whathe was doing, like he was still trying to cry but nothing wouldcome out. But the rubbing is exciting me and I'm starting to gethard. I want to step away but I'm drunk and horny so I just staystanding next to him. Christopher must have taken the lack ofoffense.