I was at $15 now. No, not exactly a fortune in this era, but a living wage. I still used my mom’s Ford. I had no desire to buy a car until I had to....We lived close enough, 15 miles, to my school, ASU, and to the store, 2 miles, that I was able to arrange things so that I really didn’t need one.“Saturday night,” said Pen.“Huh?” I said.“Cherry for dinner. At the Harrington, okay? I did raise my eyebrow a bit, but I could afford it. I’d be paying. I wouldn’t stand for anything else. I knew she’d. But there is something I want to talk to you about. You know it's my turn to plan the next short vacation, and I think I know what I want to do. How would you like to go camping with me?" Camping? Isn't that more my thing than yours? You don't want to go to the seashore and hit all those antique stores and little shops? Or maybe spend a few days in New York City seeing a couple of musicals and checking out MOMA?" Well, it's not exactly regular camping. It's called Kinky Kamp. They have lots of. He wanted no part of it. I was able to get his cock in my mouth a couple of times but not for long. He would only mount the stuffed animal. I tried for days with no luck. He just would not let me drink from the spigot. I was determined to find a way to do this so I went and bought an identical stuffed dog. This one I split the ass like the other but didn't put a liner in. I split the belly in half and took the stuffing out and put it on my head so if I tilted my head back my face was facing the. She thought some more about it all. She thought about what happened with him. Could she make him feel that good like she did earlier? Back in her own room, alone, she kept on thinking about it all. Oh my fucking God, daddy that was soooo fucking good to me. Let me do what we did earlier again she told herself. You were incredible. Your cock was huge daddy! And how you felt in my hands as I…as I held it in my mouth, she told herself excitedly. What else can I say? Ohhhhhh wow, yes…when you and I.