“Sandy’s been in the Pilatus...”She smiled. “Luxury. I could get spoiled to that. Maybe I need to marry a football player ... One of those NFL...incomes’d put me in that kind of transportation.”“Gee,” her dad said, “I’ve never shot a football player before...”Bill commiserated. “The perils of fathers of girls.”“Yeah,” Haley tittered. “I saw you watching Matt following Deena around all day.”“Ewwww,” Deena said. “The boy was sooo obvious ... I mean, I was the ONLY girl his age here...”“Baby,” Bill. I wanted him so bad, the way it felt, i was a true slut. he jumped on top of me kissing me a little rougher then forces my head to the side to expose my neck for him to bite and suck on. i reached down and grabbed his massive cock, atleast nine inches. i gripped it and stroked it as he nibbled my neck. he pulls me to my knees and slips my dress up and off me. when he saw my outfit he practically came and it drove him crazy. i flipped him over and pulled down his pants letting his huge cock. Julia and Bill both say it's a wonderful place to eat and we might meet the director of the theatre. Julia tells me he often goes there to dine in the evening." It must be a fancy place if I have to get dressed up for dinner." It is, dear. We are all getting dressed up for dinner. Hop to it and I want that hair of yours looking good!"Oh, brother. At least our dads were going with us. That meant they would have to take it easy on my hair; couldn't have me looking girlish in a boy's suit and. I should reiterate that I am quite insane. I'm not fully sure that we're actually having this conversation. I am hopeful a psychologist is listening to my words but it would not fully surprise me if this nice office is a delusion and I'm wearing a straight jacket.Thank you, I do prefer to believe I'm in your office. But if I am in an asylum, perhaps the words I think I'm speaking to you are being heard by-But I digress. I suppose I should consider you tolerant for having ignored my instructions.