..yes but don’t worry! I took care of her”“Are you sure, Will? She seemed to be pretty happy when we saw her leaving? What did you tell her?”�...�Well, I told her before we did anything else we should be friends, and sh got all emotional and felt my house.”“OH!” Anna chimed in, “How cute! She was flattered by your little comment!” Anna said in a bubbly manner.“What do you mean by anything else?” Lisa asked, as Brook glared in a ticked off manner.“Well-uh-I’ll tell you later. Okay?”“Fine, Will” Lisa. I pick them out, I get them high on meth, and then send them to my husband. I watch as he fucks each girl into such a craze that they beg for more. Once they pass his test, he send them to her, his mistress. His mistress uses the girls as breeding stock, making the hottest girls and the boys with the biggest cocks. My daughter has grown up knowing none of this, she has been unaware of how she was conceived, or why each of her friends practically worship her father now. But each night for every. “Look at that face. Deceiving innocence. I should’ve known better.” I hoisted my body out of bed, scratched my left buttock. Morning wood swaying in my boxer briefs.“Alright, I’ll sacrifice myself.” Four hours, a little on the short side. Didn’t even dream. The world felt like a mirage nonetheless.“Is she here?” Talk about musing. Twice. “She is all the songs about all those things, come to life.” I tire myself at times. Enough with the hymns already. Waiting for the machine to heat up, I. So it had to get even bigger when it got hard. I couldn't take my eyes off that huge thing, even after D saw me staring at it. We would talk, my eyes would lock on his big black dick, he would catch me, I would look away, and then I would stare at it again a few seconds later. This went on repeatedly for almost 10 minutes.That's when D finally asked me why I kept on staring at his dick. I was embarrassed and also worried that I just fucked up our good friendship. I said I was sorry and that I.