When I cum I was maybe four inches in. Oh! she yelled. Oh! I shot three squirts and was empty. Dont move, Dad. Keep it in there. Oh yes! After a few ...inutes I slipped out and she rolled over. Lets get cleaned up and get dressed, I told her. We barely got our clothes on when more bad news came. The doorbell rang. Two beefy individuals who could only be cops said, I have a warrant to search these premises. I took the search warrant and quickly scanned it. Hold it right now. This warrant is to. “Um, no,” she giggled, looking down at my crotch. “Oh,” I played coy. “I suppose you aren’t old enough to like boys yet.” I knew that wasn’t true based on the outfits she wore, but I wanted to feel her out a bit before I made a move. “No,” she sounded a little offended. Good. “I’m old enough. I’m old enough for lots of things.” “Oh, really?” I leaned foreword, my smile teasing, my firm breasts bobbing close to the top of my tank top. “What sorts of things?” She was staring down my. You’ll still want me in your life.”“I’ll always need you Ronnie. I have no doubt.”“Same for me. You were worried about Terry.”“I was,” he admitted. “I’m not.”“Good to know,” Theresa grinned. “I feel the same.”“Enough of this saccharine shit,” Rhonda muttered, tongue in cheek. “What were you saying, Bob?”“Uhm ... Oh yeah. I kind of grazed your vagina. And your anus.”“You mean my cunt and asshole? I kind of liked it.”“You did?”“Stimulation? I wasn’t worried.”“I was,” said Bob.“I know, which was. “I didn’t. I never figured it out. Two of my female friends pointed it out in September of ‘78.”“Are you looking at your journals? Or is it that burned into your memory?”“Both. I reviewed my journals to refresh my memory.”“I probably don’t have to tell you how dangerous it is to have this written down.”“No, you don’t. But there’s no way I could destroy those journals at this point. They’re under lock and key, and the later ones are on encrypted computer disks with a sufficiently complex.