What is he, a machine? I started turning my head to kiss it on its lips. Marcus contorted himself to get that rooster fully into my mouth.Done with th... cuddly romantic fucking we were doing, Terry was now anchoring himself up on his fists and ramming his cock into me like an engine with a job to do. His sweet face was now grimacing and scowling.I was crying. Literally, crying. He was punching a hole in my soul with that damn dick of his.Then he winced, strained deeper into me, and orgasmed. I sat in my lawn chair at the rear of my van and just started asking older women if they would show me their tits for a nice cold beer while I filmed them. I got a couple of takers but when I asked to see their pussies for a T-shirt, they refused. I thought that I had just wasted all of that money that I had spent on a flight, hotel, and those T-shirts.Then I had my first. She identified herself as Connie R age fifty-two. Then she lifted her top and showed me a rather nice set of tits as I. I don't want to talk about this anymore. It just makes me more upset." Just three more days, love. I'm in Seattle tomorrow and Vancouver the morning after. Then I'm putting Lauren on a plane to New York and I'm catching the commuter to Nanaimo. Are you going to be at the airport when I arrive?" Of course. You had to ask?" she snapped indignantly."Just checking to make sure there wasn't any change in plans. Don't get upset," he apologized."Sorry ... I'm a little stressed right now what with. A active military man but hated the word duty he drowns his anger with life's liquid courage, his living daughter was always there to greet him home but he saw it as a annoying thorn.He being the drunk he was thought that if he should suffer, why suffer alone. He started treating his daughter like a soldier, training and basic techniques making her a basic toy soldier.She was quite the active child so she saw it as a new challenge and fun, her mother left for reasons obvious and abandoned her.