. watering as she glances at her Daddy’s shaft. “We still have some time, and I thought you both might want to practice using my big cock,” he s...id enthusiastically.“Awesome,” said Amy lifting up her hand and gently grasping her Daddy’s cock around the tip. “Can I be first?” she begged.“No me!” said Sara, grasping the base of the 7” rod in her hand.“No need to fight girls . . . you are both going to fully share this organ of mine,” he reminded them. He opened up a drawer where he had placed a. She helped me to my feet and into the house. She told me to sit at the kitchen table and not to move. The other girl stood behind me with a baseball bat just waiting for the chance to strike. As the first girl cleaned my wounds and taped my ankle I did my best to explain what had happened. I wasn't sure she believed me but she said she wouldn't call the cops if I repaired the damage I had done. I of course agreed. She said I was to come back that weekend and repair the bushes, fill in holes I. At 12:20 she looked at the clock in the kitchen and almost cried. She couldn't remember what time he, Peter, had presented himself in the garden yesterday, but she felt certain that it had been before 12:20. She drank a cup of coffee, walked about the living room, then the thought occurred to her that perhaps she should be out in the garden. No. She would never permit him to think--to know--that she was waiting for him, could not ever let him know that she was looking forward to seeing him. "Yeah, I kinda do. I hate it when people tell me I can't do stuff; it just makes me try harder." Well you better get over it." We bickered all the way to math class. If there were any Requests, I didn't notice them.Friday was always 'fun' day in Ms. Grant's class - in as much as any math class can be fun. We usually do stuff like go outside and map parts of the school or the neighborhood. Today, as we all came into the classroom, she checked if Brian and I needed relief - we didn't - and then.