...ugh.....gets like this some times when I have to go pee real bad. He was hoping this would answer her questions. "Daddy but what is that white stic...y stuff? My pee isn't white are you ok?" George was not only having a serious problem finding a way to explain this to her but he was also trying to figure out why his fucking cock was rock hard with his daughter on his lap. Was it the wiskey he had at the bar? Or the couple beers he drank when he got home? "Daddy what are you doing to my. .. Iosoan wished for a moment that he could leave behind the memories of his youth - they now brought him nothing but pain. But what was the pain of the past when compared with the pain of the present? His daughter lying dead in the forest, his son gone to his death of the battlefield; and now the great lord, the war-maker and peace-giver, would at last meet his end as well. Despite himself, he began to sing; as his strong voice bounced off the trees in the waning light, others joined in as. I didn’t say anything but caressed her back gently with my hand. ‘I’m burning out,’ she said. ‘I need rest… but I don’t get it. I spend most of my time putting off things I should be doing. I’ll be 30 soon, and…’ she stopped, biting her lip. ‘What have you been putting off?’ ‘Important stuff… that I’ve waited too long to do.’ ‘You practically had that report in my hands before I asked for it. Everyone I know says great things about your work.’ ‘Not my work,’ she said. ‘Then what?’ She scooted. Not bad, he thought... I look pretty damn good... for not knowing what I am doing.With that Michael stepped out of his apartment and headed to the lobby.The clothes incasing his sexy body felt wonderful... he couldn't believe how great it felt to have skirt flowing around his legs... and the weight of the breasts on his body.He decided to walk to the corner cafe for lunch he was greeted by the hostess with a simple smile and a dirty look... The hostess was a rather simple, plain looking girl....