But that made Carl wonder why he cared. This little rugrat wasn't his, not really. But looking deep into the sweet, blue eyes of little Donna, he knew...there was nothing he wouldn't do for her.Before Donna had finished, he heard a knock on his door. He set the book aside, pulled his shirt down so it covered everything that had to be covered for modesty's sake, and carried Donna to the door. Upon opening it, he saw his next door neighbor, mister Jackson, a kindly old man who helped out when he. "As Katie got older she grew into a pretty girl, tall for her age, everyone assumed she took after her mother. They had similar features and could be seen jogging around the park in the evenings and on the weekends. No one ever brought up the fact that there wasn't a father in the picture. Everyone just assumed that Katie was just one of countless other children that came from a single parent home.Katie was a real tom-boy. She loved to play sports, especially baseball. On the weekends, or when. "Such a bad gurl," he noted as he took off thecondom and proceeded to stuff it into my mouth so I could tasteeverything that had happened that evening.I started to get up, but Mr. Davis told me to "Stay on the ground,slut." I started to protest that I had a few more stops to make, andwas genuinely surprised when my mild-mannered former English teachertook out a roll of duct tape and proceeded to truss me up tight.Using my thumbprint, he opened up my phone and quickly found theemail responses to. Our parents taught us that masturbation was natural and not a big deal, and certainly nothing to be ashamed of. So it didn’t bother me that the door was open and as Sis passed by the door she could look over and see me whacking off. As it turned out, she wasn’t interested, and never even looked into my room.But I sure looked at her. Mom and Sis had great bodies, and they both always turned me on. Of course, both of them had known this since my early teens, when I couldn’t hide my reactions to.