Not like that. We’re just not compatible, at least not how she is. Look, I don’t want to hurt you guys, but this is me. The real me. I can’t bec...me someone who I’m not, live a lie, just to please everyone. That’s not living. It’s just existing. To me, that is what Hell is, not an afterlife that I don’t believe exists at all.“I think that it’s best that I live somewhere else, even before I turn eighteen, which is only months away, anyway. I don’t have to win an emancipation fight ... I just have. " "You mean, you told someone else about me?" she was quickly losing her arousal. "Only Jezz, he's a good mate," he explained. "Oh! Well I'm glad you kept it among friends!" Paul laughed, as if she wasjoking. "You know, both of us at once." "At once!" she acted shocked, but was thinking about it. Two young lovers!He continued to massage her pussy and she relaxed again. He rolled her ontoher back and pressed his now rampant penis into her. They moved slowly, buildingback to passion. " Thank you for telling me, Mom." Angelina got up and went to her room.So this explains the funny feelings I get between my legs every time I see Daddy, Angelina thought. It's because he's not my real father.That night, Angelina was sprawled out on her bed, wearing nothing but her bathrobe and a silky pink nightgown, reading a book. Her hair was drawn into a smooth knot at the back of her head.There was a knock on the door. "Come in!" Angelina hollered.James, her father, stepped inside. "Hey,. .”She moaned a shivered as he put a hand on her butt. Paula wished that there had been more mirrors in there. A stranger´s hand on her behind…“I want you to climb up onto the bar...”She began to do that. It was not easy, with her jeans around her leg, but she somehow managed to do that.“No, just lie down...like that, yes”On her stomach, his hands on her behind again. No, more like between her buttocks. Taking possession of her.“Get my cock out” he said and put his other hand on the back of her.