He is impassive, but she suddenly feels the pressure of his judgement. She knows she can close the door. No judgement. Everything is choices, right? B...ut is it really her choice she’s making? Or is it the rules of civil society that were forced on her before she got here that are making her close the door. Is it really her? She looks at him, but breaks eye contact. He’s still impassive. She’s overthinking it. Right? She takes a gulp and leaves the door open. She doesn’t want to disappoint him.. You do. We live close by. My parents moved from their native country to your great country. We, your girls and I, go to same school. We are friends. Yes, you have now recognized my right. I am "Oosha". And as you know me, I am 19 years of age, medium built, darkish brown eyes and hair with a naughty smile in my eyes. My Mom expired some six months ago. She was the nicest soul, loving me too much. During her life, she protected me a lot. After her demise, I became older overnight. The only child. “Hi, Daddy!” Birgit said as soon as she picked up the phone.“Hi, Pumpkin! How did you know it was me?”“Mommy was sure! I miss you, Daddy!”“I miss you too, Pumpkin! How is school?”“Good. Mommy says I have to let the boys talk to you!”“I love you Pumpkin!”“Love you, Daddy!” she said.I talked to each of the boys in turn and except for Albert who was more sensitive, it was basically ‘hello’ ‘how are you?’ and ‘goodbye’. Albert told me he missed me, and then the phone was passed to his sisters, and. It then reached my asshole, going deep inside to my G point, where I could feel Tom’s warmth flowing me. He roared, screamed, panted. He was so powerful, savage.“Fucking hell, James! Fuck. That’s so good. Open your ass, boy!”I took my asscheeks in my hands and spread them the most I could. His cock was cruel, and it was painful and incredible at the same time. My G point launched a spark of electricity through me, and my legs shook. Tom laid on me—I was still on all fours on the floor, my head.