Anyway, as you know, my name is Olivia and I'm five feet, three inches tall and I weigh one hundred and nine pounds, not that you really need to know....As you can see, my hair is ash blond (natural, my mom's family is Scandinavian), it's just over shoulder length, I have blue eyes, lips small enough and pink enough that I really don't need lipstick, enough in my bra to get plenty of looks (I see you're agreeing), a waist and hips that are more womanly now than girlish, and small feet. My feet. When Ron was in Spain with Herman he had the car broken into, smashed the window in one of the side doors. They stole Ron’s camera, his pride and joy. Back in Nuremberg our favorite mechanic asked why there was wood veneer in place of the glass and Ron told him about the theft. “Here, in Germany?” the mechanic questioned with surprise. “No, in Spain.” “Oh ... Of course.”I hadn’t really taken that bias of a German national to heart but it put the seed of distrust in my mind unfortunately. But. “Not hungry huh? How about I give you something to make sure you're full.” Before I could respond, he ripped my panties down and yanked the toy out of my soaked pussy. Keeping my on my knees, I heard him quickly undo his belt and unzip his shorts. It was seconds later that his cock forced its way inside me, tearing my pussy apart as he made it fit. Crying out, I kicked my feet, “Daddy it hurts!” I could practically see the smirk on his face, the scoffing noise he made giving me the image. .." I sighed. "And I guess I need ittoo."She sat down in the rocking chair with me for a while longer beforeshe said, "You feeling up to going to the dining hall for me to getsome food?" You only?" I asked."Well, you already had lunch," she said while poking my nose.I stuck my tongue out at her! She responded by tickling my side for afew moments, before setting me down on the floor and went to thebathroom down the hall. I decided I couldn?t sit there moping anylonger. I walked over to the new.