It was familiar but rough, definitely her dad but tainted with sweat and anxiety. Still, it was another comfort, to breath against his chest and take ...t in. “I love you, Dad,” she whispered, but no response came as he continued to sleep.Would I really fuck him? Lauren asked herself. It’s just a fantasy, right? Now that he’s here ... I don’t know ... If he suggested it ... I think I would... Despite her weariness, she was growing aroused. Her father’s warm body, his unique scent, were only. )“Do you recognize them?” I asked, jerking my head slightly to try and see if I could knock my psychic suppressing hat off. No such luck. And worse still, the stomach acid in this big old sandworm motherfucker was up to my ankles. It didn’t start to really burn until you forgot that you had set your feet down. I jerked them up again, hissing as I saw that my beautiful, caramel brown skin had gotten a bunch of pinkish splotches on them. I shuddered against my restraints.“They’re Doyen. "Oh yes," she said. "I just don't know if I am being dumped or not yet,"she said truthfully."Leave here with your head held high darling. A girl like you doesn'tdeserve the shithead that would dump you."Ann sniffed and chuckled at the elderly lady's profanity in the privacyof this all female environment."Thanks." Ann set to work repairing her make-up. She'd given him fifteenminutes.Feeling much better she strode out of the ladies room and down the hall. She wondered what she would find at. “He owned the pussy or the pussy owned him?” Waverly took another hit.These insults were making it a lot easier to walk out that door and never back despite everything I just told you about any obligation to make any of this work that I thought I felt.I looked around the kitchen. I wanted to break something or somehow show that I wasn’t going out like a chump. I knew if I did break something then I would really be on bad terms and they would never let me come over again. I am also not the kind.