B. Was and is an autocrat: a peacenik in public but a terror at home, an emotional – and, in my case, occasionally physical abuser. He was also a do...tor, and got terrific mileage out of his “respect for human life” while seeming to try doing his worst to ruin my mom’s and mine.In short, it was a perfect setup to create a candidate for the Marines (known only half-jokingly as Uncle Sam’s Mistreated Children). We won’t get into the psychology of all that. I’m not sure I understand it myself, but. It went all in. Tears rolled from her face and she shouted in pain. I kissed her to stop her shouting and continued banging her pussyy..her pain turned into pleasure gradually and her eyes could say it all. I continued in missionary position for a while. We had doggy style later. I held her ponytail and was ramming her from behind. She liked it that way. She was out of control and moaning like hell. And i was about cumm and i quickly removed my cock and cummed all over her face. She licked all. That means I’m pissed pretty much all the time.“I’m still fighting through all the emotions about having my dad’s religion forced on me, and it’s either treat my father like he is God’s anointed on earth and do every single thing he says, exactly the way he wants it done, or get kicked out of his house. There are no compromises, and no middle ground.“I’m still not being quite sure what I actually believe myself, and that confusion makes me second guess myself and feel insecure. The end result. "Come outisde! This is the loveliest day!"Arrived on the terrace, Gwen pointed to the work site now veiled in pure white."Go and get a shovel, Harry and clear the terrace. I'll go for a run around the estate and leave my girlish footprints for any trespasser to puzzle over when he sees them. Go on! Then we'll build a lovely snowman!"Gwen disappeared into the distance and Harry decided to disobey her for once and raced after her. She caught up with ease, as Gwen had seen her darling friend.