The name of father is sacred in two senses; he should be reverenced as the author of our being and as a master whom we ought to obey. But, under the p...esent circumstances, I am justified in doubting the wisdom of an old man who, because he hated the father, vents his anger on the son. It would be ridiculous in me to regulate my conduct by such caprices. I shall still continue to preserve the same respect toward M. Noirtier; I will suffer, without complaint, the pecuniary deprivation to which he. She considers Joi like a mother and never wants to disappoint her. “ May I change them please?” Ashley asks, making contact with her round, brown eyes before lowering them. Joi stands up and adjusts her white lab coat. Her heels click on the tile floor as she approaches the couple. “ Your doing just fine,” she uses her fingertips to lift Ashley’s chin. The girl’s eyes so innocent – especially when she unconsciously batts her long lashes. Joi pushes a few of Ashley’s loose strands of hair. Lucy hummed along to her cd as she drove along the main road. She was wearing a crop top that she loved to tease her boyfriend with and was wearing a black push up bra underneath. Lucy did not have large boobs but her boyfriend insisted they were perfect, though she knew that he loved when she wore that black bra. She was wearing a new skirt, something she did not commonly wear but Lucy was very horny today. She had not seen her boyfriend in 3 months and wanted to feel his 7 inch cock filling. .. Fuck that anal slut... Uh huh... Uh huh... She's a whore man... Your mother is a nasty whore... Fuck her... She's a slut... Your mother is a fucking slut... Fuck the bitch... Fuck that i****tuous bitch... Look at me man... I'm fucking your mother... She's taking my cock in her pussy... I'm fucking your mother in her tight, wet pussy... In her sloppy cunt... I'm fucking your mom dude... I'm fucking your mother and she's begging for it... Your mother is begging for it... She's begging me to.