S. Your graduation gift will be arriving soon. I hope you can be free the last week of June. Enjoy! —– A flood of emotions overtook me. I began to...cry. Bradley Connors, my real father, after all these years, wants to see me. Did mom let him write this in here? Or worse, is this laptop really from him and she lied to me? He says he wrote weekly letters. Did he really? Were they lost in the mail or hidden from me? He has a 734 area code. He still lives in the old area we used to live, about 30. He breathed warm air into his hands as he cupped them around hismouth, rubbing them together as he passed by a busy petrol and gasstation. The bright lights of the attached supermarket and floodlightsmade his eyes burn and squint.Then, to his complete and utter horror, he saw a little blue Ford Fiestaparked up beside a pump. His entire body froze as he eyes gaped wideopen like a frightened rabbit. His mouth turned as dry as the desert andhis lips chapped and sore. His eyes were fixed on the. We continued talking a little bit. Damn my sister was hot.When she was done putting on her lotion she grabbed an over sized white t-shirt from one of her drawers. She put it on and came and sat next to me on her bed. "So how is Rachel?" she asked curiously. "We decided that we were going to take a break and be friends. But she's still staying with me." I saw something in her eyes change. I'd never seen this before. "So are you sleeping with her?" she asked. I didn't want to tell the truth to my. "For your behaviour to me and the girls, you will be punished, but not now we have to much to do, tomorrow you will be thrashed in front of the entire staff." She pushed the whimpering sissy back onto the bed, "Now pull your panties up and night-dress down."The humiliated sissy pulling his pink panties up over his tiny prick and his night-dress down was conscious of the watching sniggering women as he obeyed, the house keeper commands.On seeing the sissy had obeyed her instructions the.