Sophie was so open and honest which showed me that she wanted me to know the real her and she didn’t sugar coat anything from the time her dad left ...hen she was 5 and the many ‘uncles’ that were brought into her life, it wasn’t pretty but it made her the girl she is.She was labelled at school however she probably got as much if not more enjoyment out of sucking boys off for their lunch money than they did, she loved cocks and she loved cum. She soon learnt that there was money to be made from. Mike had said he would need about 15 minutes to get Holly in bed and slip out back, so when we got into the room I did my best to stall any action. Kristine wanted to take a shower and started to undress. “Can you close the blinds on that window?” She asked . I went over and feigned difficulty with the blinds. “I don’t think they work, but there is nothing out back but wilderness. Besides, the window makes a great mirror, I can watch us fucking!” She rolled her eyes again, “you and your. It was already autumn, and the temperatures in the mountains were probably 10 degrees cooler than at home. But, the forecast was for an unseasonably warm day, which was no help early as the morning chill hardened her nipples. She definitely wasn't turned on. It was too early.As they walked down the main street of Gatlinburg, she knew she was quite a vision, but Gatlinburg seemed to attract skimpily clad people. And that wasn't a good thing for the vast majority of them. She and Steven had. She sits on her bed in the dark, her phone the only light in the room, texting Daddy about her day. An idea comes to her. She puts her hair up in a ponytail, gathers her stuffed animals around, unbuttons her pajama top just enough to expose a hint of areola, does her best high school pouty face, and snaps a selfie that she sends to him. A quick text response is, "mmmmmmmm." She puts her hand inside the shirt and pinches her nipple. Another selfie, another send, and a, "Very nice!" from Daddy.As.