My friends and I had gathered, a dozenof us round one microphone screeching "Girls just wanna have fun". It has to be done. Once the adrenalin of m... onstage performance had kicked out, I started to feel really ratherunwell. Faint, almost.Luckily there was a knight in shining armour to aid me. A Damsel Gin Distress.The guy was my standin manager at the time, Gary. He was nearly 50, I think he was 48 actuallyand I was 19. He was very notably about 6 foot 4, and in a conversation the team once. After another 30 minutes, I reach the village at the top and stop to have a snack at the village square and rest before heading back down. It is fun to look at other tourists who have come up with cars. There are a few other cyclists also on top, mostly with mountain bikes but a couple have come up the mountain on a road bike. I wave at the fellow cyclists.Sitting at the bench, I realize that the ride up the mountain did take my mind off the coming evening, but right now the feeling of. He couldn't stop his moans of pleasure finally claiming what had been his all along: his little girl. His twisted daughter. His fucking slut of a babygirl. "You wanted this."He groaned pulling out and forcing his cock inside her again. He could feel her body trembling beneath him, her crying continuing.She was crying and mumbling but the words weren't clear. He could imagine she wanted him to stop but there was no way in hell he would..not after everything they had discussed; everything she. "It wasn't much more than about a 10 minute ride to coach's house. Ronnie's dad dropped us off and asked, "what time do you guys want me to pick you up? How about 530?"Ronnie said. "Great that only coach know that so he won't have to call you."Right. I walked up the walk and climb the stairs to the front porch and knocked on the door. Coach answered the door wearing sweatpants and a T-shirt. I got the idea that things are going to move a lot more quickly this time than they had the 1st time I.