There’s this song I like that says something about being a preacher’s daughter and not doing what ‘daddy taught her.’ I do everything my Daddy...taught me, everything except deal drugs and beat my wives. If I drank often enough, I’d become and alcoholic. If I did try cocaine or heroine, I’d probably be hooked. I’ve cheated so much and lied so much about it that I can’t stop lying. Even while I’m doing it, I think to myself that I want to STOP, and I can’t even stop because I’m so mired down in it. “Don’t worry mom it won’t be that kinky. It will be fun and mysterious.” He said winking at me. He pulled up his shorts, and walked upstairs. I just sat there with my jeans on one leg, and Ryans cum drying on my pubic hair and panties. “I can’t believe I did that again.” I said to myself. “Oh well, I hope tonight goes well.” I got up put my jeans back on both legs, and after I pulled them up I could feel the wetness of Ryan’s cum on my panties and against my pussy. It got me so wet I wanted to. I slide my hand up your skirt and slowly begin to grasp and tickle gently at your inner thighs I can feel u moving your legs trying to move my hand on to your hot wet pussy slowly sliding your thong to one side. I slide my fingers gently inside your pussy pushing it in and out a few times then sliding it out I slide it softly up to the tip of your wet clit rubbing it gently in circular motions I can feel u moving your hips as u begin to cum I ask u if u can slide your seat back a little more u. She wanted to express how scary it was tobe living in a house whose last owner had exploded. How exciting, butequally worrying it was to be in a world where magic was possible."But if I let myself dwell on that," she said, instead, "I'll just startscreaming and screaming and never stop, too terrified to move a muscle,and that seems, uh. Bad? For my chances?" Melissa smiled, faintly,like she was telling a joke instead of expressing how deep in the shitshe felt she was. "So right now, I'm just.