.” I had the mag in my hands, held up right in front of my eyes, going “ohhhhh, ohhhhh....” I can’t control my pervy excitement at all and I�...m chanting “big tit bare girl, big tit bare girl”, over and over, and suddenly knobby is pumping into my pants, making my head nod up and down while I quiver all over, whimpering with each shot of spunk. It’s over almost as soon as it starts, 7 or 8 massive shots of spunk now soaking into my underpants, down round my balls and putting a wet patch from the. Dad had been absent for most of my life, but besides Beau, he was the only ally I had. We were a lot alike, and he always defended me when Mama was being particularly cruel. Leaving my mother, I could understand, but leaving me without a word? Packing up in the early morning like a coward? The desertion was a blow to my already fragile self-esteem. If my own father didn’t love or want me, who could?“Fuck him,” Beau gritted out, hoisting a box up onto a shelf. “And that’s how she told you? What. Dale phoned over to our house that night after talking with his parents. My father told him that, in his book, he was a sorry son of a bitch for doing what he did to his own brother. He told Dale that it wasn't safe to come home right away and suggested that he and Margaret look for housing up in Massachusetts, by the university. He told Dale that he doubted Billy would travel up that way to do the two of them harm. When he got off the phone, my dad told my mother that Dale wasn't a man and. She lifted the lid blocking my view to reveal an array of cigars."Cigar, Master?" she murmured.I picked a large Cuban make I recognized as an Upmann. For a moment I was at a loss to how to prepare the cigar when my uncle spoke. "She will do it for you," he said with a slight smile.She looked at him and then to me. I shrugged and held it out. She set down the humidor and took the cigar. Using a knife from the table she expertly cut off the end. Holding the cigar to her puckered mouth she rolled.