Lisa had always followed Lynn’s lead, and being divorced for only a year, she was just getting back into the swing of being single. She had decided ...that her marriage was stale and not what she needed to thrive. Her mind told her that she was a wild-child, but her husband told her that she was a simple house-mouse. She knew that the truth had to be somewhere in the middle, allowing her submissive side and mental desires for punishment to blend with the everyday life that was her reality. After. I sat on the deck enjoying a few cold beers before heading inside where I found her in her room wearing a fuller pair of shorts and a t-shirt since her mom would be home soon. The beers I had were catching up with me so headed to the bathroom to relieve myself, as I stood at the toilet I noticed her clothes piled up by the shower with her blue panties laying on top. I started to stiffen as I stared at the wet spot leading down the front only and the wet crotch only separated by a thin section. "You rescued one. Alan rescued one. Dan Granger rescued one. We're paying it back. Balancing the karma."So naturally he asks the same question: "How? I mean she's living with her dad. She's seventeen, but she lives there. He gets a say in the matter." Yes," I said. "He gets a say. But it's Kara's dad, and she thinks he'll be glad to get her out from underfoot. Especially if she's in a musical program." What about high school?" She's a senior. An EASY senior. There are equivalences. She's got an. “Daddy, what did you do to me?”She looked down and saw a wet spot on the front of her jean shorts. Her pussy was leaking. Embarrassed, she realized fluid was running down her thighs too.“You dirty whore, your body is actually excited.”“No Daddy! It’s not my fault! It’s whatever you put in . . aaaggghh!” She fell to the ground as Tom’s hand hit the side of her face.“Don’t make excuses slut,” he said coldly. She got back to her feet, tears running down her face as juices ran down her thighs. She.