"I came back with, "Would not be here if you had not mess it up with mymom. I never asked to be born into your family."He snapped right back with, "I... you had the answer would have been no."That hurt me, I know I asked for it by trying to hurt him with my words,those words seemed crueler.The fight with dad and the bitter words we exchanged left a long-lastingcoldness that we never really were able to put to rest. We tried to benicer to each other; however, the words just hurt to deeply.The. I loved getting on my knees for my Daddy. His cock was flaccid but he was ready to be hard. I stroked his cock while I looked up into his eyes. Then I leaned over and licked the head of his cock and underneath it and then took it all the way into my mouth. I loved the way it felt when Daddy's cock grew hard in my mouth. It wasn't long before he was snapping photographs of his hard cock sliding in and out of my mouth. I would circle the head of his cock with my tongue before taking it all in my. " C'mon Princess. I know you're not really mad at me." Then you're wrong again. I didn't like the way you pawed at me. You tore my dress. And now I've heard that you've been telling all your friends that I'm a slut."Lance didn't bother trying to deny her accusations. "Sugar, a wild thing like you needs a man with a firm hand," he said closing in on her."Three strikes, Buster. You're out. Women like a man who is gentle, slow, and considerate."Lance reached for her and grabbed her breast. With. "Oh yes, no touching unless invited." I grabbed Brad's hand and slapped it sharply.He reacted like I had broken his fingers, yanking it back and clutching it to his chest.I shook my finger under Pete's nose. He jerked away like it was the barrel of a gun."Admiring is OK. Leering is not." I told him. "Now you boys run along and play. I want to finish my lunch with George here so we can make-out some more. If that's OK with you, sweetie?" I asked, turning to George.George managed not to burst out.