??You can’t whip me! You’re not my father!??I’m the next best thing until someone else comes along! Get those clothes off!??Screw you!? Diane tu...ned to leave.Abby watched as her father grabbed Diane’s ponytail and yanked up on it, generating an almighty scream from the teen. At the same time she saw him begin to rip her blouse from her shoulders, as buttons began popping all over the room. Soon her blouse slipped from her shoulders.?Okay, Okay! I’ll do it! I’ll do it!? Tears began to well up in. Go away. Go back..." I whispered and tried to direct him to turn around and go back. But he wouldn't.That's when I thought that if I pet him, or rub him or maybe if I played with him a little, he'd go away. So I patted him on the head and then played with the fur on his back."Aww ... whose the good boy? You're a good boy. You're the shweetie pie... awww." I whispered, not wanting to make too much noise. His tail started wagging even more. I squatted down on my knees and touched his back some. "On the one hand, we need enough precision in the definitions so that the discussion won't slip out from beneath us, because of ambiguities or unclear terminology." He looked back to me to make sure I was following. "Many of the misunderstandings between science-religion and their interactions stem from the sloppiness with which terms are bandied about. Often they're used more as rallying posts than as explanatory terminology." OK. I'm with you so far." On the other hand," and here Steve turned. She was again, sopping wet and I knew from her breathing that it wouldn’t be too long before she orgasmed.I circled her sphincter with my finger, lubricating it, and then pressed the tip of my finger just inside, holding it there. Her little anus twitched and tightened against my fingertip, trying to expel it, but I held it there, rubbing gently. Her moans grew louder and her fingers worked more frantically to fucking herself. I pushed further and my finger slipped inside, pressing down onto.