Morgan thought to herself, "Dear god, I'm actually excited about seeing my own Daddy's cock." She felt embarrassed by her feelings, but the excitement...grew as she inched closer. Morgan tiptoed slowly and grab the can of beer out of her father's hand. Trying to keep it from spilling on the rug. Just that quickly, her daddy grabbed her wrist and pulled her into his lap. Laughing and pulling her tight to him. Morgan felt everything with only her silky robe and a pair of thong panties between her. "Are you one of her queers?" Again, sorry; if that is your interest, you may want to shop around in Camden, on the other side of the river," Santini answered with a sneer."What's going to keep us from just going in?"Santini shook his head and showed the large automatic in the holster under his arm. Then he showed his left hand which held a pepper spray can, and tilted his head in a mocking, silent question. The Langners withdrew immediately and began to confer under their breath. Shooting angry. I reminded him that he was to do whatever I told him, and he smiled and nodded. To show him who was boss, I immediately reached out and rubbed the front of his pants. He pulled back ever so slightly, probably surprised at my boldness. He put his formidable hands on my shoulders, and I couldn't help but notice how hot they were on my bare shoulders. I deftly slid out of his grip, turned away from him, and walked towards my bedroom door. I told him to take all his clothes off. As he. "Did you ever think about the fact that the bible is a written compilation of the oral fables of tribes of illiterate desert goat herders? It's been translated from one language to another over centuries. It's full of contradictions and nonsense. It contains as much truth and validity as Bulfinch's Mythology. Would you let stories about Zeus and Hera govern your life?"She shook her head, 'no.'"Why then, would you worry about anything written in the bible?" I demanded."It's not the same and you.