His melodious sweet mellow voice is now forever stilled. Yet... , sometimes late at night, in my memory, if I listen closely, I can still hear my dad'... soft voice, singing sweet and low, floating languidly, out of that old back bedroom.One of the songs he often used to sing to my siblings and me, which we always loved, was entitled, "Hobo Bill's Last Ride." It was a song about the tragic life of a Hobo named Bill. That song, became my inspiration for this story about another Hobo. The Hobo, the. His breathing was faster now. She felt the whiskers on his face against her inner thighs. His tongue raced around her clit. She felt her orgasm building. One finger, then two fingers pushed inside of her as his tongue continued to tease. His thumbs touched her anus. She pushed against his fingers and thumb. She wanted his fingers all the way inside of her. Her pussy muscles clamped against his fingers. Lucy moaned out, "Fuck me now," she shouted as her first orgasm hits. She felt his hard cock. " You know I don't belong here." Well-" Grace started, but didn't know how to finish."I shouldn't be in here! I was right! Lukas Balko is a fucking vampire and I'm stuck in this goddamn hell hole while he's out there!" Mr. Becket, you're in here because you choked your daughter and attacked your son with a knife!"Daniel stared at Grace, examining her. He turned to the mirror and stared at his reflection."I- was confused." Confused?" Grace asked, eyebrows raised."She does that. She gets inside. She was howling now, and I had to shut her up again. This done, I moved below her, and she promptly began to kick me. This had the effect of pushing up her petticoat, which I then bunched round her waist. As for the kicks, I grabbed her legs and parted them, holding them in place as she tried to crawl away. She now had just one layer of clothing left, and this proved to be the most tricky. Any release of her legs would lead to a volley of poorly aimed kicks at my waist. I decided to move.