My story begins much earlier than I initially thought, seven years ago, when my wife walked out on our 11 year old daughter Katie and me. "I didn't think you'd want people knowing your daughter was a whore"
"Do you have anything to say? She asked
. . Maybe I should have talked to someone
. Every inch of him had been conditioned and abused for three decades to athletic perfection. I shook, my arms pulling at the handcuffs, the leather rubbing on my lower back
Time vanished.
I can't take it anymore. I stare at the amazing sight and slide my thumb over and push it into her tight puckered ass hole
. continued from Part III…
It is Saturday
My story begins much earlier than I initially thought, seven years ago, when my wife walked out on our 11 year old daughter Katie and me. "I didn't think you'd want people knowing your daughter was a whore"
"Do you have anything to say? She asked
. . Maybe I should have talked to someone
. Every inch of him had been conditioned and abused for three decades to athletic perfection. I shook, my arms pulling at the handcuffs, the leather rubbing on my lower back
Time vanished.
I can't take it anymore. I stare at the amazing sight and slide my thumb over and push it into her tight puckered ass hole
. continued from Part III…
It is Saturday
My story begins much earlier than I initially thought, seven years ago, when my wife walked out on our 11 year old daughter Katie and me. "I didn't think you'd want people knowing your daughter was a whore"
"Do you have anything to say? She asked
. . Maybe I should have talked to someone
. Every inch of him had been conditioned and abused for three decades to athletic perfection. I shook, my arms pulling at the handcuffs, the leather rubbing on my lower back
Time vanished.
I can't take it anymore. I stare at the amazing sight and slide my thumb over and push it into her tight puckered ass hole
. continued from Part III…
It is Saturday
