Not in the least,” she said.“Hmm,” I said.“But, I kinda do now. And boy do I want to get to know you better. I mean a lot better,” she said....��Who’s your one and only daddy?” I said. I was certain I knew the answer to that one, and I still was not in a mood to share my fatherhood, nor would I ever be.“You,” she said. Okay, she’d surprised me.“And what about the other guy?” I said.“He’s my beloved stepdaddy,” I could see she was bracing for the storm. But in point of fact there would be none. I. Missy had allowed this and expressed that if those pictures were published, she would not be very happy. The pretty cockeyed naïve reporter was about to experience a teachable moment in sex and power taught by one of the masters of the game. ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ Folks, in the south understand we believe that if a girl gets to big for her britches, we have a cure for that. a time honored solution and it works pretty well even on spirited pretty filly’s like Missy. Such a disciplinary measure. My fingers vibrate as the answer come back, 'Close by, thinking how I would love to be between your black netted stockings, Mmmmmmmm'.As I read I could feel my muscles tighten as if squeezing on a hard cock, too early in the morning for me, and I look at the schoolgirl accommodating the old man behind her, and I feel the rush of warmth as my vagina swells in expectation.I close the lid of my phone, but it vibrates again and I resist answering it right away, but it persists, modern. Was I pissed at Mr. Oldham for letting her interfere with our relationship?I was seething as I studied the approach shot. The green was protected by a bunker on the left and a pond to the right. I stomped around, glaring at the green, glaring at the ball and glaring at the woman who had just asked me how I felt about being adopted."Fuck!" I shouted as the ball bounced high and landed in the middle of the sand trap."That was the wrong club," Suzanne advised me, disregarding my misguided use of.