" You look nice this evening." Thanks. So do you."Nothing more was said for at least five minutes. Then Rob glanced overat me. "I read your letter. I ...as totally shocked. I couldn't believeit." Believe what?" I can't believe you're not a girl." He looked at me again. "I want tohear it straight from you. Are you really a guy? You sure don't looklike one, or sound like one. Or feel like one ..." You should know ... especially after last night." Exactly. So what IS this? Some crazy idea you had,. Once again I had to struggle to hold her still enough for me to continue. She was humping her cunt forcefully against my face. I could tell she was close to cumming. Her body was starting to quiver. Her moans had become incomprehensible. Her clit had swollen dramatically and her juices were flowing freely. All than even though I had almost totally ignored her clit so far. It was time to change that. It was hard and sticking, fully emerged from its protective hood. I licked up one side, then the. I am usually so psyched up anyway that I giggle.Then, as if he is opening a special present and wants to make it last as long as possible, he will slowly spread my legs. His eyes are glued down there as I slowly spread and reveal myself to him. I still get a wave of dizziness sometimes and my heartbeat pounds in my ears as my dad looks between my legs. I can tell it makes him hard. Seeing my sex makes him get excited! I keep it shaved for him because I know he loves me bald, not that there is a. "Forgive you?" she said, stressing the 'give.' "Why should I? And what for? Should I forgive you for being the slut you are? For being unable to keep your promises? You are a disloyal, cheating slut looking for her own satisfaction. That's who you are and always will be, whether I forgive you or not. So what's the use of taking you back?"She walked away, turning her back on the sobbing girl. She went to a black, ominous chest that stood next to the fireplace and opened it. It had huge iron.