Me and my husband was just about to leave when she asked us to stay and have a drink. We gladly stayed as she lived a few minutes up the road from us....As we got chatting she began to show us a scar on her leg and she said she got it from her ex boyfriend, he had tried to stab her when she went to leave him so she kicked him and he stabbed her leg. Luckily it healed nicely, because she had fantastic legs, I don’t know if it’s the drink of me just horny but I keep looking at her boobs in her. Now that is fuel for conjecture.’ ‘Well actually I am not really the scion of the Chandlers. My great grandfather was from the wrong side of the blankets.’ ‘Yes, you mentioned that. I thinks we had some as well.’ ‘I think from what I have found out that there were many scandals in the Chandler family. I didn’t think the Swinson family had those as well.’ ‘Perhaps one or two. When you have finished your house, will you hold a grand reception? That’s what they used to do.’ ‘No, I don’t go in for. I give you permission to pee on my hair.” “And your pussy?” “Yes, pee on my pussy. You can pee all over my body Frank. It is my punishment.” I’m wondering if I’m going too far this time but seeing my stunning teenage stepdaughter playing with her shaved pussy in front of me and submitting to me is too hard to resist. It’s incredible. I want to do it. I want to shower her in my fluid. She deserves it for intentionally hurting me.I’m so turned on by this situation – my dick is hard. I’m trying as. There's a darkness in the mind. There's a place no telepath ever goes. It's down deep, the utter bottom of where life occurs. Martine had warned me many times to stay away from the black pit that lives in the depths of every mind.Telepaths lose themselves in that darkness, the veil, the barrier between you and I is lost, and their minds unravel. They forget to breathe.If you and I were to share a beer and talk about this, I'd tell you that this dark place was the limbic system of the human.