Brother Samuel here. Your friendly neighborhood big and tall, openly bisexual erotic fiction writer. I have some very interesting news. My parents are...finally dead. And I couldn’t be happier. Oh, and I had nothing to do with it. Seriously. They’ve both been a thorn in my side my entire life. My father died of complications from diabetes. He was a skirt-chasing and loud-mouthed bastard who thought he was better than everybody. He always had at least three girlfriends stashed somewhere. He was. In the dark, it was hard to tell how far or close they might be as he geared down and slowed the truck. The lights were much further than he had first thought and it was another fifteen minutes before he came upon the car parked on the shoulder of the road. The red flashing lights were very dim and he knew that was one of the reasons he couldn't tell how far away they really were. Dick pulled in behind the car and shut off his headlights. Before they went out, he had seen a single person in the. Almost an hour later I pushed my empty plate away. Weather sighed and did the same with one last longing look at it. Judging by her active toes, she'd liked the meal. She leaned back and looked at me. I smiled.It was quite fascinating to see her expression change, first contemplative, then sly, followed by pure, unadulterated mischief. It was intensely attractive. And then she grinned. Oh-oh."Do you remember me feeding you ice cream and chocolate sauce?" Weather asked.Did I ever. And the way. "No, Jake. You don't know what you're doing. It's booze talking, not you!"Lana felt relief sweep through her body when she heard Charlie actually say no. After her previous experience with him, she was sure he would jump at a chance to fuck her, especially since it was at the hands of her pa.She thought her pa had given up when he released her wrist. His next action caught her completely by surprise. She was standing there totally naked before she realized what had happened. Her pa had reached.