" Dad," I started, "I could have logged onto that site and opened my own account and written my own stories. I'm not a kid you know. I'm just asking t...at you let me write a story and that you post it on your page or whatever it is. I'll explain in the opening that I am not you, that I am your daughter and I wanted to discuss your stories and that you are not a pervert or anything." No, you are not a kid anymore, but you aren't an adult yet either," he said. "Tell you what, you write your story. It was without question a higher calling than tending the few animals and barely cultivated patch of dirt that nearly sustained the rest of her family. As a collateral benefit having one less mouth to feed left more for everyone else.Her education was divided up among the Sisters according to each nun's background and talents. Sister Sophia was Angelina's spiritual tutor and proved to be an interesting choice by Madre Chavajay. Sophie was somewhat unconventional in her thinking and only much. "Barbara found herself on the floor. Her blouse was open and her tits were free of her bra.Her skirt had been unhooked and her panty nowhere to be seen. Worse, Janet's bare thatch was mere inches from her face. It was too much."Forgive me Janet!"She grabbed her hostess, spread her legs and began to lick as hard and fast as possible.Barbara expected her to scream her lungs out. She was surprised to find Janet had flipped herself around and had begun to lap at her bare red mound."Damn, John was. Those things were 100% full proof. They had to be.She lay in her bed reeling from what had happened for the next hour or so. This was going to be like the last time, she told herself. Her dad was going to feel guilty for what he'd just done and leave her alone for a good, long while. Last time he'd increased her allowance out of guilt, even. What might he give her this time? More money? More freedom?The teenager heard her cell phone ringing from her purse. It was probably Elissa, wondering what.