I used to picture them making it, and I'd get so hot that I'd have to finger-fuck myself. Then, after I hid in their closet one time and actually *saw... my daddy sticking his big, beautiful prick into her pussy, I just *had* to be fucked, but I didn't know how to go about making a boy.I mean, I didn't dare try to turn on my father, not at first, even though that's what I wanted most. So I went along with this girl and made it that way, until he caught us at it. but you, Lauralee -- you're so. Let's pack a picnic lunch and cheer him on. That'll get you out of here for the first time in weeks and give us a chance to talk about some other ideas in a fresh environment." I'd like that. I'd like getting out and supporting a friend. Let's do it."The next morning, Jaclyn and Courtney, dressed inconspicuously and armed with a large thermos of hot coffee, braved the dawn chill to witness the start of the all-day event. Joining a large crowd, they cheered enthusiastically as the intrepid. There’s something about that first sunny day in Spring on a college campus. Everyone’s been bundled up in coats and sweaters for so long that they can’t wait to shuck all those layers and refresh themselves, it’s an almost palpable reminder that better days are ahead. And the scenery? Oh my… Just one beautiful woman after another. But then, there was Emily. I didn’t know her name at the time. All I knew about her was that she existed, and I was silently grateful for that gift. She sat on the. Each time he blew by a big rig, he wondered if it was her.He pulled into the Best Western, checked in and took his small carry-on up to the suite. He didn’t have to wait long. There was a knock on the door just ten minutes later. He opened the door and they stood looking at each other for a moment.“You must have driven fast,” he said. “I was doing over ninety all the way here.”“I always drive fast,” she said. “The faster I drive, the more I make.” She hesitated. “I never expected to see you.