We love each other much more for it. Why didn’t she tell me all this stuff before?’ I replied: ‘You answered your own question. You would not ha...e listened. She waited until you were ready. ‘ She snuggled up close, kissed me gently and said: ‘I’ve been dreaming about this night.’ I replied: ‘I have too. I feel so innocent when I am with you.’ She responded: ‘Oh. Why do you think that is?’ I answered: ‘Maybe I’m connecting with the energy of Pierre, maybe I’m reflecting your energy, maybe some. She walked up to the bar a short distance from him and ordered a drink.She quickly caught his eye and flashed him her Can you handle me smile. He moved over and started talking to her, but after a couple minutes she knew that looks once again could be deceiving and she excused herself and continued her search.She saw a tall dark haired man who looked like model or a swimmer, maybe both. He was 6'4" nice shoulders, great ass, very nice dark eyes and a nice smile. He was playing pool with a. She told me it had hurt some, but I was gentle and having given her plenty of tender loving care and patience, she consented to have me pile drive her perky little butthole for a solid fifteen minutes. (There wasn’t any clock in that shack, or even any electricity, but the sun was appreciably higher and the birds were warbling and serenading the rectum wrangling going on in the love shack. Birds are horny fuckers.) Some women never have their come-to-Jesus moment regarding ploughing the old. "Marie's jaw dropped as she looked at the only father she had ever known.Leanne continued. In a whisper. With shame in her voice."Alan and I tricked your father into taking estrogen. We tricked him intocosmetic surgery. We tricked him into submission. Your father, I mean,your biological father and I have agreed not to give you too many detailsof my mistreatment of him. Suffice it to say, I spared no effort tohumiliate him, to abuse him, and to emasculate him."Against his will, we had him.