"Daddy it hurts! Stop!" I screamed, but it only made him go harder. "Daddy's little girl isn't so little after all is she?" he asked as he slowed down...and stared at me in the mirror."Wanna know what I found in your room?" he asked as he reached down beside me and pulled up my small purple vibrator."That isn't mine daddy. It's not mine I swear!" i lied. How could I admit to my own dad I had one? "Oh, it's not? Then who's is it?" he asked as he picked up a bottle of lube and dripped some on the. ”The blush on her cheeks paled under the reddening of her face and neck from his compliment. “Thank you, JR. I always tried to dress in a manner that didn’t entice Brad to think that I was trying to attract him back, so it’s nice to play dress-up, so to speak. I like the opportunity to be a girl instead of a frump, and if you appreciate it, so much the better.” She winked at him and said, “Plus it helps dispel the rumors I heard last night that you might be gay.”“I think that would only be. Blue." Somewhere, a man spins her around in his strong arms. Dances her tightly against him; and suddenly he is skin, warm, hard, urging at her. "Blue..." She straddles his hips, a smile as wild and rare as any blossom sketches her face in beauty; her throat rises and faints back, chin high, hair riffling; his cock buried inside her. Scratch marks fleck his body from her passions; and the head of his cock, almost painfully swollen, is dark shadowed purple as its cleaves the pink seahsell. She eased out of the path of the flying fist, grabbed the wrist and wrenched the guy's arm behind his back.It was better than the movies, until the next scene, when Kristy slammed her victim face down onto the hood of an old red Camaro, setting off the car alarm. In the midst of the bleeting alarm, Kristy followed the guy down with her face.I screamed out "No" but the man was already bellowing out in pain. Kristy stood up with a piece of the guy's ear in her mouth. With blood on her lips, she.