Debbie figured there was no way she'd ever be able to have David fuck her. She'd lie awake, imagining him bucking up and down, filling her pussy full ...ith his big hard cock. Debbie felt herself growing increasing hornier and hornier to have David fuck her. Finally, she decided that she would have to do whatever she could to get David himself to make her fantasies a hot sexy reality. David was Debbie's father.Debbie knew that it was a huge no-no for her to even think about her father in a sexual. " Name one?"The boy shook his head, and one of the girls raised her hand. He nodded at her."Somebody said he had a gun, the boy." Yes, think so, but nobody got hurt. Just some broken glass. Know any muckrakers?"She nodded, blinking. "There was a woman, Ida something." Right, Ida Tarbell, magazine writer mainly, she said that with imagination, anything was possible, something like that. That's a neat idea. Imagination. What did she do; whom did she write about? Charlie?" Standard Oil,. I could feel her eyes staring at me. She stood there silently for a long time, simply regarding me."I believe you," she finally said. "I believe that there is something inside of you that is making you do these things. I don't know if it's your power controlling me, making me say these things, but I don't believe it is. Because I can feel in my heart that there is something different within you. The Lucas King who saved my life without knowing who I was, who covered me up without taking. “Hey, sexy. It’s Beth.” she answered, almost giggling.“Oh, hey,” he sounded legitimately surprised, “How ya doin’? Haven’t heard from you in a while.”“Yeah, well…” she tried to sound flirty, “Do you feel like coming over and seeing me?”“Seeing you?”“If you’re not busy. I’m just craving some company right now, and I kinda want it to be you, so…” she hoped he would get the clue at this point.“Absolutely, I’ll head there right now.”It was clear he was holding back some excitement, judging by how.