With one hand she had parted her pink pussy lips as she pushed the tip of the carrot against the entrance of her wet vagina. It had felt very cold and...solid as she pushed it in and out. Soon she was instinctively fingering her clit with one hand while she pushed the carrot in and out of her cunt with her other hand. Within a few minutes of masturbating herself with the carrot she had reached a most shuddering and satisfying climax. Well that was last week and so the more she thought about it. It seemed to take forever, but finally the ladder was correctly positioned. Water was playing on the roof, and more was being pumped into the floor below. John was at the top of the ladder, while Simon would be his backup and partner.Simon could feel the heat, smell the smoke, see the flames but his concentration was on John and the window. It was an almost cinematic experience as his awareness tunnelled into just that small space.He watched as John turned to him, gave a 'thumbs-up' and entered. As soon as I saw Josh my thoughts flashed back to the previous afternoon. In my minds eye I saw him standing over me jerking his hard cock as I rebuked him clenching my lips together denying him access to my warm mouth. I felt kind of happy I had denied him that satisfaction, but then I remembered the humiliation of his cum all over my face and in my hair. As I came back to reality I noticed that he was looking directly at me. He smirked arrogantly as if he was reading my mind and then he. "Glen Anderson may not have been my natural father, but I came to think of him as my 'dad' in every way."He was a fine man who lived for his family and who gave his love freely and without reservation. He worked hard and instilled in me basic values - honesty, loyalty, the need to do my best at all times, to respect others, to be charitable and many more."For a boy newly orphaned at eight-years-old, he was a rock of solidity and gave me great comfort in a frightening and lonely world."Glen is.