. ewww! I hated that feeling. At the same time, I was looking up and watching my guy bring the chairs, cooler and a blanket off the boat and lay them ...n the sand. He was wading in the water to the back of the boat to grab his fishing rod. Ohhhh, this could be fun. I know what will get his attention and give him a little shock. And with that, bottoms were off and I strolled on back down to the boat in all my naked glory. Normally a bit of a shy girl, from out of nowhere came this attitude! I was. My thoughts about my father weren’t about being fucked for fun. To be honest, at nineteen with sex practically oozing from every pore of my body, I could get laid every night of the week by a different boy if that’s all what I wanted. Heck, ANY teenage girl can do that if she really WANTS it, no matter what she looks like. No, this was becoming more and more about pleasing my father, about honoring him, about fulfilling my obligations as his daughter, about my duties that I was becoming. “I’m sorry you’ve been out there for a day. It’s damn cold.”“I know, but I couldn’t get into the shelter up the street because I don’t have my ID.”“That sucks,” Martin said as he started driving to the hospital.“I’m Megan,” she said.“Martin.”“Thank you, Martin. I really appreciate this,” she said. “No one helps anyone around here.”“You’re in a rougher part of town,” Martin explained. “You don’t know who to trust around here.”“You live around here,” Megan pointed out, “and you stopped to. As it was also the same room and same hotel as that meeting she was sure it was one of them. But she was unsure if she would go. She admitted that she had a wonderful sexy and kinky time with them and in fact the more she remembered about it the more aroused she got.She needed to check who it was, she messaged Rob on fetlife and waited for him to reply. In reality she hoped it was both Rob and Jack. After a few hours Rob still hadn't replied so she emailed him - again no reply. She was now.