And he knows it. His stare is intense,a****l.My hands begin to wander up his arms, entranced both by his beauty and thewarmth and size of his maleness...as it stretches and fills me up inside. Hereaches up-almost violently-grabbing my hands and pins them down to thetable beneath us. It's cold beneath my skin, but all I can focus on is theintense desire to feel him dominate me. Control me. To feel him use me. Adesire to consume him. Make him lose control. My body arches up, desperateto feel his. He quickly spun her over on her back, so she was looking up at the man that was still her father, preparing to take her. His hand wrapped tightly around her little throat, choking her. His body weight holding her in place as he leaned in and rammed his tongue down her throat. He pushed his other hand under her leg, forcing her calf muscle over his shoulder as he continued deeply tongue kiss her sweet, little mouth. Her little body wrenched as she tried to fight back. His body smothering her. But just so bored.” “Hey, are you doing anything tomorrow?” “No. Why?” “Well maybe we can visit you. I don’t think the kids have seen each other in a long time.” “Alright, we will see you then” “Bye” In high school, Jody really cared about Layla because she knew the situation she was in. While she was in collage, she would call once a week to see what was going on. Layla hasn’t heard Jody’s voice for six months, so she was really excited (and. Next time you ought to cooperate when I say it's dress uptime." Then she hesitated for a moment. "Unless of course you'd like toput on a dress," she added, smiling sweetly at her husband."No," Tom replied quickly. No dresses thank you. Resigned he followedthe girls down the stairs."Well maybe I can come up with something for you to put on." An idea hadpopped into Jen's head and she went over to the kitchen closet. "Howwould you like to wear this?" She held up an apron.Tom groaned. Damn her! It.