To maine aise hi pucha k doctor kya bola to wo boli kuch medications diye hai.aise hi dhire dhire wo mujhse phone pe chatting karne lagi.ahista ahista...kuch dino baad maine unko pucha k apko bacche kyu nahi hue to unhone bata diye k aisa waisa kuch problem tha.mere dil me dhire dhire 10-15 din chat karne k baad unko leke kuch feelings ate the kyuki ek dum freely baat karte the wo mujhse.mai unke figure k baare me sochta tha unse baat karte waqt and apne land ko haath me pakad k baithta tha kyuki. My dad died when I was 9 and the few memories I have of him weren’t good ones. He never said he loved me and he was always druuunk. So the idea of a fake daddy to fuck me and call me his little girl kind of turned me on. I decided to do some research to find my perfect daddy. I got tons of messages from old men wanting to be my daddy, but I wanted someone who felt right, someone who actually felt like a father to me. And it didn’t take long when he messages me.His name was Carter. He was 55,. . sort of came, you know, right there in my own bed. Not like I came when I was with you. And Jane. Not real hard. Just a slow, fluttery, warm feeling. Wow, it was killer. I had to bite my tongue so I wouldn't moan or something."Laura blushed in feverish excitement, glancing over at the girl, trying not to get in an automobile accident."I had two dreams about you," she said, making them up. "In one I was kissing you. Just kissing you over and over again. Loving it. In the other I-" You better. Hedidn't seem to be concerned about where he was steering, hewas just mumbling to himself. Then I felt his power, he wasinfluencing the decisions of those in our way, making themmove so we could pass through the traffic without having tosteer. I kept my mouth shut; I wasn't willing to disturb him while he was doing such a subtle operation, whiledriving. As we came past the police station down towardCanning Place and the waterfront, I was not able to holdback a gasp at what I saw."Easy there,".