But so what? It’s my favorite Shakespeare.’ ‘So what’s with this ice cube thing?’ I asked. ‘Oh, no. It’s not my place to tell you. If yo... ever manage to convince him to see you again, and what is this, your third strike, maybe you’ll find out. ‘What’s with you anyway? Why do you keep acting this way with him? If you don’t want to see him, just don’t see him. Don’t torment the guy.’ What do I tell her? Am I acting this way? If so, why? ‘I don’t know. I don’t know what I’m doing. I’ll have to try. This was going to be an interesting ride.We took the scenic route and the weather was perfect. We stopped at one point and I took Stephani into a secluded area not far from the road. I sat her on a fallen tree.“Unzip your Daddy” I said with a big smile on My face. Stephani did as she was told. As My cock sprung free, she looked up at me and smiled, licking her lips as she did.“Take your Daddy into your mouth” I said gently “and maintain eye contact the entire time. Show Daddy the passion and. Dad worked his way through college, and thinks I need to work when I’m not studying. On the other hand, I’ve worked earlier summers, if not in any hardware store. I can give references -- well a reference.”“You’re not planning to work your way through college. Did you ever ask him whether he worked high-school summers?”“Working your way through college isn’t practical today. And, of course, I’m not eligible for any need-based scholarships. My Grandfather owned a dairy farm. Dad may not have. We all had a great night and started to split up as we made our way home.I walked through the local bus station towards the taxi rank. As I walked through I saw two wino's sat on a bench drinking their booze. They soon clocked me and started to wolf whistle me and shout out smutty comments.I don't know what it was but I felt the urge to go up and confront these two vagrants. They both looked suprised as I marched up towards them. I gave them a mouthfull of abuse back, they just laughed and.