When I woke up, I logged back on to the forum and looked back at the exercise bike story to see if the author had updated. To my surprise, the post wa... gone. I dug deeper and realized the author was no longer a member either. There was no admin note of a suspension or anything, so he obviously just deleted his account.“Okay, now you’ve got my attention,” I mumbled aloud. He had been a forum member for even longer than I had. I couldn’t think of a reason why he’d write a new story and. "This is how i know you love me, sweetheart." He whispered as me crawled over me on the bed. I braced myself as i felt his dick slide in its familiar path up and down my slit, then the pressure as he started to push in. "Ohhh." I cried, biting on my bottom lip. "How about this." He started. "When it starts to hurt, just say "daddy", and ill stop." I looked at him and shook my head yes, and leaned back on the bed. He started pushing in more and i felt his head pop in. "Daddy!" I wailed as he. With nothing else to occupy my time and desiring to at least momentarily forget my fears of the worst, I tried to remember in detail all the events of the past 24 hours. Actually, it was more like 18 hours since I had arrived in Mountain Creek. I realized I was exhausted. If I had just one wish at that moment it would have been to go home. I had not seen Joa or Simone since the first moments of the invasion. I hoped they were OK and that we’d get this mess straightened out soon. It must be a. Not floppy at allAnd what exactly is this Miss?He grins and walks offI don’t care must be the alcohol I’m proud of my handy work maybe be I’ll get into this and start making penis flutes yes that must be a money making dragons den master plan of the century Clay penis flutes I can even open a little art studio by the river A few weeks later I get a call to pick up our work A little embarrassed I was a little drunk that day ooooopsI knock on the door You young lady are lateSorry I missed the.