So I decide maybe it's the real deal and I should try to get a better view from the yard. So I go walk into the yard and still can't see shit because ...f the trees and the clouds. At this point I'm up and I'm committed. I decide to walk down to the lake. Where the view is clear. I walk about 300 yards to the dock. The shape of the lake allows me to see a portion of your yard. I see a faint light from that direction. Not really sure if it's a bug or what. Then I realize it's a cell phone. So I. He had taken her virginity before, now he would teach her some of the perversions he had been dreaming of doing to her for years.Her body was crying out for his touch, but he stood back and admired her, stroking his cock with one hand, Brandy wishing it were her fingers that were curling around the shaft of his cock. “Please, Michael!” She begged him, not sure what she was begging him to do.“My, we are impatient. Soon, Brandy. You’ll soon be begging.”Michael picked up the bag. He pulled out two. The thing I had learned about Angela was that her breasts, especially her nipples and areola, were highly responsive. I knew that I could almost bring her to orgasm with just the arousal of her nipple areas and the light touching of the underside of her breasts combined with featherlike touches to her mons pubis and her vagina lip area. Even without any penetration I could have her hips gyrating and thrusting and bring her to a mild climax. My light nibbles on her breasts produced the expected. I wanted to hit him, to hurt him, for what he did to Mom and all of us.”“But, I couldn’t.”“I love the ass-hole, excuse me for that, and he IS my biological father, but he certainly isn’t my ‘Dad’ anymore.”She turned me around, and gave me the ‘breath of life,’ with a kiss that woke me from my current dismal existence.Emboldened a little, I said, “Let’s go dance, how about ‘Marry You?’”“You mean the song ... or did you invite a minister here today, Loverboy?”“The song, Claire-Bear ... a minister.