But I felt compelled to award him for his good behavior and not his old vicious one at all.I could tell by how Patti was playing with him that there j...st might be a bit of animal love around this house today. Oh with him out of his vicious behavior sure i’d given thought to taking him for a ride.No doubt that he possessed a cock for pleasure, that boy was hung.I know Patti sure had time taking him with small womanly size and his girth and length he stretched her out mighty good and got up into. Because of that, my dad did everything for me. That meant holding my ponytail out of the way when I was sick to my stomach and cleaning up my bottom when I had such a bad virus I was helpless as a baby for a week. He helped me buy my first bra and made sure I always had clothes that fit and that my bras and underwear were the right size, with no holes in them.Most girls get embarrassed if their dad talks to them about underwear, or periods, or anything remotely related to sex. My dad was my. "Where?", I asked. "Here", she said, "in the living room, by the fire". Well that sounded fair enough so I stripped off. "What now?", I enquired. "Now", she said wickedly, "I want to tie your hands behind your back and your feet together". "What for?", I asked. "Do you want to play this game or not", she snapped. "Alright, alright", I said, "tie away". From the bureau she produced two lengths of thick orange nylon rope. 'She's been cutting up my tow rope' I thought as she came over and tied my. The final nail in the coffin, if you could call it that, was that the boy was predominately homosexual. His time would be spent looking for an older male to be his father even if he did not know that was the reason.The boy's name was Sean. He was as dirty and unkempt as Jennifer had been but not quite as desperate yet. Before going back to the boy I remembered all the heartache, worry joy that she had bought me and my family here in London. This boy would be just as much of a headache, if not.