Probably it’s Jehovah, in fact. Old bastard. Then I’ll be up till noon. Soon enough. But for now, I’m still konking out by 3. Not for long thoug..., I have too little to keep me occupied. **** I’m a creative writing student. I’m the kooky chick. I don’t like my school, or this town. I came here to get away. At a sufficient distance my parents won’t bother to nose around. The electronic tether isn’t too tight: texting is an alien concept to mom, let alone the language of it. As for my father, to. Whispering in my ear he said, take your shoes off. As I leaned forward Mr Smith pulled my shirt off me. After kicking my shoes off he ask, doesn't that feel better, as he rubbed my chest. My head began to swim as he moved his hand down my stomach. My little dick was so hard it hurt and Mr Smith must have seen it. Reaching my waist he said, you look like you need to loosen up your pants a little. I said, OK. I don't know if it was the movie, or his touch, but I started feeling funny inside. Mr. I took him into my throat until I felt his cock spasm. I withdrew leaving only his flared tip in my mouth so I could receive my reward. His hot cream filled my mouth and I swallowed it greedily, savoring his delicious gift."God, Linds...that was incredible," he sighed."Well, there's more where that came from," I smiled, standing up and taking his hand. "Let's go back to bed so you can eat my pussy. It's dripping wet and needs my Daddy's tongue."He stood and followed in my wake."What about the. Turner took a deep breath, and let his hands slip from the bars. "The difference, Mr. Creed is evident from Ms. Gale's appearance."I turned and looked at Sarah. Despite her tears she was still a goddess to behold. Long red hair, and an angelic face."The X18's can control the physical features of the subject," I said with wonder.For the first time I began to seriously contemplate the implications.Tuner smiled, "I think you're beginning to understand just how valuable she really is."Ronald Turner.