Maybe she did need to talk over the details with someone who had real experience. And hadn’t he said talk anyway? Maybe that was all he wanted to do... Even if it wasn’t, that didn’t mean that she had to do anything more.Although, if she was being honest with herself, she knew she wanted to. She wanted to give herself over to him, let him use her the way the women she wrote about were used. She was ready to take chances and try new things, instead of just writing about them.She pulled open her. All the while, he whispers in my ear, “When little girls have boy haircuts, dress like boys, and act tough, they get fucked like the boys. Especially monkey nigger cunts.”His big nasty dick rips into me, cutting, slashing up shithole. My belly rubs over the bricks, it hurts. He holds me in the air, clutching digging his thick fingers deep into my waist, fucking me, fucking me hurting me.Tears run from my eyes. My left check erupts as the salt of my tears gets into the scratches. My breathing is. Mom can have her way, but that doesn'tmean I have to like it.'~~~~"How's it going down here, sport?" asked Dad as he came into the room."I've got the painting done, I'm just trying to get this dresser puttogether. How'd it go at city hall?" Dad came over ,and started helping me with the dresser. "We got all thepaper work filled out but your mother, Laura and I all have to get a DNAtest done so that we can prove that Laura is our daughter. Once we havethe results from the test, they'll process. We reached home by 3 in night that time my mom and dad where asleep then I tookVicky to my room when I closed my door and Vicky came near me and hugged me tightly very tight no air could pass it was tight like that then he lifted me and smooched that also was amazing then his dick was getting rock hard harder and harder then I touched his dick Wow It was nice felling then I unzipped his pant played with his dick for apprpx 10 min then I removed his pants I saw the bare dick it like that a.