Simple joys at first: when I was a child running through the tall grass chasing butterflies, when I was blowing bubbles and watching them bob through ...he air, when I laughed just to laugh with others. He let me remember, what it meant to laugh and play with him and to my credit, I was shamed to have let myself go so far astray beforehand. He told me that there was no shame in losing one’s way, that by merely trusting in one’s self you’d find yourself on the right track again. So I emerged from. "Then you'll do it because you have to, not because you like it"."Why don't you trust me?" she sobbed."I trust you Hannah", he replied calmly. "But I am your father-" No, you are not", she cut him.Jen stopped breathing for a moment. She hadn't even imagined that Hannah was capable of saying that but it seemed that she had underestimated the kid."I'm the only one you've got"."Jen said you would understand", she cried. "She promised that you would listen to me"."She doesn't know me that well".At. My sister is about 5’6” and has a hard body from her regular workouts. Her blond hair, which she usually let hang loose across her shoulders or up in a ponytail, was curled tight in a bun so it would not brake the line of her long neck. She looked perfectly proportioned - her breasts large, but not freakishly big compared to the rest of her. The same could be said for her ass - well rounded, but not a crazy bubble-butt. I did not know if she normally shaved everything, but there was no hair on. My nose was in between her ass crack as she was smothering me with her big ass. She closed her knees up and covered my face completely under her big ass. I moaned as she covered my face. Then she reached her hand back further and grabbed my tits, slapping on them. Then reached forward and went into a draw and pulled out a clamp with a small chain, reached back again and clamped my tits with the clamp. It felt so good. Again she slapped my tits with her hand as they wiggled and stood erect and.