None of it seemed to be coming fromwithin, but was modeled, mimicked really, from some vague and ever-changing notion she had of the ideal father, of ...hat a "real" man woulddo.As a father, as a man, she felt like a total fake.Okay, so maybe Phoebe was realizing that Marcia had been miscast in therole of a father. Maybe she could forgive Marcia her shortcomings. Still,it left Marcia tasting the bitterness of once again having failed someoneshe loved. And again, she considered the tragedy of not. Cindy waited to see if there would be a number three, and when she finally whispered to Suzie, the other girl responded with a snore.Cindy had wanted to share her plan with Suzie -- her plan to escape. The day had been totally beyond belief, and Cindy knew that she dared not wait twenty-four hours before she attempted to escape.The girl sat back on her bed, pondered waking Suzie, then decided that she'd have better odds of escape on her own.The girl's fucked out cunt throbbed, and Cindy needed. So, I really shouldn’t be saying half of the things I do. I just can’t seem to help myself though.I never stopped thinking about you, I always used to have the fleeting thought or the odd dream about you. Waking up in a sweat with a very distinct throb between my legs, I would wait until my girlfriend left the room. My hand would trail down to my pussy, sliding through the wetness circling my clit whilst I thought about you. Sometimes I would be able to finish, other times I would get. Spinse completamente dentro il liquido che continua a uscire dal mio cazzo ed a mescolarsi con l'acqua della doccia. Le sue mani belle delicate, così, immerse nella sborra e dentro la sua figa, sembrava un connubio perfetto per iniziare a prenderla e sbatterla forte, ma mi limitai soltanto a questo, quindi piano piano mi allontanai facendo cadere le ultime gocce di sborra un po' nelle scarpe ed un po' per terra, vedendo Miriam che continuava ad infilarsi le dita dentro, proprio come se si.