She made the comment that while talking about it, the girls mutually agreed they would not say anything. They knew I was married, obviously, having a ...tep-daughter, and knew that my wife and I barely had any type of relationship together. They also knew with my age just over forty, and Tammy's age of sixteen, society in general, mostly involving our community, parents and friends, would not accept it, and the end result would be ugly. The problem was, however, I could not stop myself from. "Fuck it," I thought, "I'll clean it later (the seat that is)."Upon our arrival at my house we rushed in, barely getting the door closed behind us. Sara was hanging onto me, licking my chest and grabbing my tits. I quickly got naked and threw her onto my bed, wishing I had cleaned the place before I went out.I ran my hands up and down her tight body telling her how hot she was and how every guy in the place wanted her. "I should have taken you there in front of all of them," I told her. She. ”“I told you when? The first day in gym? That you’ve got no sense of self-preservation? When you stripped on Monday in Fletcher’s office I couldn’t believe my eyes—and then realized that you were only trying to protect another little girl from psychological damage. You saw in her face the same terror you must have seen in mine that first day; I know I saw terror there too. And you instinctually responded with the one thing that could penetrate that level of terror—a bigger shock, something. .” the man tried to start again.“I TOLD YOU TO SHUT UP!” Then an idea struck Art’s mind as he reached out touching the man’s head. An almost shriek escaped the man’s lips as he turned ashen, then he turned to stare at Art, as huge tears started to fall from his eyes. “You fucking bastard! You love all the children of the world. You absolute fucking liar! See all the hell I went through because you didn’t have time for your own.” Releasing the man, Art smiled a wicked smile, as the more recent.