So why does one episode make me feel like I’m a fresh-faced farmgirl in the city for the first time? It makes me realize just how culturally isolate... Seattle really is. Except in music.Just coffeeI got up at eight this morning and it still felt like five. I checked my hair and makeup and dressed carefully. Nothing was amiss. Mrs. Teasley had breakfast ready when I went downstairs. Southern hospitality is delicious—strips of crisply fried bacon that weren’t burnt, basted eggs that had perfectly. ? I needed to process everything that was happening.Was I really inside the game or was that some kind of dream as well?? Anddid I secretly want to be anally raped by a horny shemale?? Thinkingabout that dream gave me a huge boner. Hell, thinking about anything wasdoing it.? My mind was a non-stop erotic fantasy factory.I took a shower, got some breakfast, and stared at the computer on thedining room table.? I jumped 3 feet in the air when the phone rang,jangling me out of my trance.? It was. Lauryn was gagging and choking on her fathers thick penis. Her gag reflex was starting to kick in just as her father erupted in her mouth. He kept her head so her mouth was locked on his exploding cock, emptying his balls into her stomach. Caught in the euphoric feeling of coming in his daughter, Harold let go of his daughters hair. Being released, she tried to get off her dads dick to go throw up in the toilet, but his dick brushing up against her gag reflex caused her to puke all over her. Was. Fantastic. I put my hand on the back of her head, gripped a handful of her blonde hair and f******lly slid my dick down her throat until I felt her nose touch my stomach. After that I began to fuck her face, slowly at first so she didn't gag and then faster and faster until I was fucking her throat at a tremendous rate. I was so close to cumming but decided to save it for something better. "On the bed on your back" I said. Glad to be able to breathe she complied climbing back onto the bed,.