‘This thing with Lori and her Dad.’ I said. ‘What, exactly, is the problem?’ ‘He won’t talk to her. We keeps calling and he either doesn�...t answer or he hangs up on us.’ He considered it for minute, ‘Why do you think he’s doing that?’ I took my time answering, ‘I guess he’s mad.’ Grampa smiled. ‘Most men, most fathers, as soon as they hold their daughter for the first time, see danger everywhere. Not just at that moment, they see it all the way down their life. They especially see the boys.. Something was wrong, and he didn't want to know what. It was in the apartment... something forgotten. Upon opening the front door, he made a snap decision. He took in a deep breath, and strode briskly to the back porch, snatched the Hefty trashcan, and hauled it to the back curb. When he had moved some distance from the can, he exhaled, and took in fresh air. No nasty odor, thankfully. He was expecting to find the can full of flies. Actually, as he looked, he didn't see flies around it at all.. It then drippedoff her big nipple into her pubic hair and onto her clit. Once Hose had dried up, Sherry proceeded to clean everyinch of Hose's cock. When she finished it was spotless.She then grabbed her tit and licked the cum off it.Sherry then reached down with a finger and picked up thespot of cum that had come to rest on her clit, opened hercunt with her other hand and shoved the white pearl asfar up her pussy as she could reach. She withdrew thefinger from her depths and. When I had said that before men had always happily obliged, I was horny as hell and needed fucked, what did he want?“Fuck me, please.” I begged. My body was sore from yesterday, yet aching for more of the same. How was I going to get this man to fuck me?“I said that was too broad of a statement. I need to know where you want fucked: throat, pussy, or ass? How do you want fucked: slow, gentle, fast, or rough? Now, are you going to tell me what you want or are you going to rub your clit right.