We gave you the middle name Renee."Angelina said slowly, "Where am I from?" Florence, Italy." Thank you for telling me, Mom." Angelina got up and went...to her room.So this explains the funny feelings I get between my legs every time I see Daddy, Angelina thought. It's because he's not my real father.That night, Angelina was sprawled out on her bed, wearing nothing but her bathrobe and a silky pink nightgown, reading a book. Her hair was drawn into a smooth knot at the back of her head.There was. He did not say what the machine was for and I couldn’t ask.Betty came in and took down the IV connected to my neck and replaced it with another full one from the fridge and I could feel the cold fluid flow in to me and I soon was not able to move. Not that I had been jumping about before.I watched in horror as Jack picked up a surgical knife and cut into the flesh of my arm, about one inch from the leather strap. With stock I realised that I could feel the knife cut into me and that the. I go into Becky’s room and she is still dressed and close the door. She turns around and looks at me and says, “No pressure hon, if you just want to snuggle up to me and fall asleep, I am good with that too. I just don’t want you to think every time I want time with you have to ravage me sexually…” and she smiles a very wicked and enticing smile at me. “I don’t think that Becky, honestly…but you have to know that I am very turned on and excited just by the sight of you right?” She smiles at. She started responding slowly at the start. Later she was smooching me very badly. The sound that our lips were making while kissing made me go crazy. We kissed for about 5 complete minutes. Her lips were become totally red by now. While kissing, our hands moved to the maximum possible area they could cover on each other’s body. I rubbed her huge boobs very badly. With my second hand, I was rubbing her pussy from above the saari. I inserted my hand inside her saari from the bottom. A could feel.