.." Marie began.Dad continued: "She had to give the baby up for adoption. Her parents wouldn't let her keep it."Marie moved her hand reflexively to he... stomach, as if to protect her unborn child.My Dad quickly spoke: "But we won't force you to do that, Marie. This isn't the 60's."No, it was the 80's: blow-dried hair, parachute pants, and Duran Duran.We thanked Dad and talked about it some more between the two of us. Marie suggested we look through birth records at City Hall to see if our older. I was so lucky to win it and had one of the best kises i ever had i still feel the taste of her lips on mine.that continued for around 10 months since January with only kisses and some flirt sometimes but nothing more but i got exited to taste more then her lips.In october we had a scout camp together and i was so exited to be with her since the first moment but it was hard since we have to respect the rules and dont let anyone knows about what we are doing. at night we have gone to sleep it. I just want to be here, with you, pleasing and serving you, sir. I want to suck your cock, bend over for you, and have your babies. As many as you wish to give me, of course. I want to spread my cheeks and take it up the ass for you, too. I’m your thrall, your abject slut for life, after all! Please keep me! Please don’t send me away! I want to stay with you for the rest of my life! I can work as an anchorwoman or do something else with my life, as long as I get to stay with you! I just don’t. Daddy grabbed her hair, tangling his fingers in and holding on tight, as if he was afraid that she would somehow abandon him at the last moment. But she would never do that to Daddy. Not ever. And especially not when he was doing just what she wanted. She'd been waiting for an eternity for this. Well, at least since last week when the idea popped in her head.He leaned over her, using his hand in her hair to bend her head back so that he could kiss her. She gave her lips to his as if it was.