I am screwed-up in the head, and only the Grace of God comes between me and being dead every day. There’s this song I like that says something abou... being a preacher’s daughter and not doing what ‘daddy taught her.’ I do everything my Daddy taught me, everything except deal drugs and beat my wives. If I drank often enough, I’d become and alcoholic. If I did try cocaine or heroine, I’d probably be hooked. I’ve cheated so much and lied so much about it that I can’t stop lying. Even while I’m. She couldn't let it happen. She strained mightily, trying to pull her wrists from the hands that held them, but they were too strong. She kicked back, hoping to hit Brad in the knee or, even better, the crotch, but he avoided her easily. With the hope that they might loosen their grip if they thought she had given up, she played possum, forcing her body to go limp. A hand immediately pushed between her legs."Well, looky here, guys," Brad said mockingly as he tugged on her dark red pubic hair,. . Oh, no- S sorry, ah, she seems like a nice girl, and I am sorry I blamed you oops I ment...ha ha, I told you so! Oh, don't take things so seriously, for one, I doubt that you were elected by the majority of the readers, and two, this is humor. I admit to brusing the fourth plane, but after all, this is humor, and in a way, isn't it nice to acknowledge the reader? Hey, if you want, go dig up my livejournal, it has some stories on there. Also some fourth plane distortion. I didn't pander. We hadn’t had a chance to join up with them at any of the previous parties, our hosts seemed to keep them for themselves. Celine climbed off her husband, and as my wife smiled at me, we both understood why. Mike’s cock looked huge. It stood fully erect at probably seven to eight inches in length, glistening with Celine’s juices. Celine held out her hand to my wife and pulled her to the bed, knowing my like of voyeurism, she nodded for me to sit on a sofa in the corner of the room. Celine.