And I kind of liked the way it made mefeel. Nauseated.But the end of summer wasn't all theft, the joys of light literatureand addicting myself to nic...otine. Now that I officially no longer gavea shit about myself or anything else, I started skating again. I foundthe call was too strong to resist. It was so mighty, in fact, itcompletely overrode all other considerations at the park, likePatrick's crush or sexual desires or whatever it was little skatingdeviants had in their brains, hearts or. “Fuck yeah girl, fuck her cunt faster because I want you to make me cum,” he said to her.As Jen’s ass was getting fucked hard Ann had hold of her hips and was lifting her mouth to her cunt and sucking it for all the juices. Jen started moaning as she fist fucked her sister as fast as she could. She was amazed at how deep her fist and arm was going into her cunt and was expecting her to be screaming. She turned into an a****l and wanted to give her an orgasm so she twisted her fist and pumped it. She couldn’t believe that my father had actually struck me. She was concerned that he might have hurt me. I laughed, ‘My butt hurts more than my jaw does. The old man is really getting old if that was his best shot.’ She told me that I should keep on using the credit card my parents gave me, that I should use it until they stop it. ‘Take every fucking thing you can. Fuck them as much as you can. If there are problems, call me…grind you into the fucking ground, will they?’ One thing about Gram,. He was assuming the role of a savvy investor with money burning a hole in his pocket. Helmut had spent most of the previous year living in Hong Kong under the name ‘Helmut Pagel’. He had spent plenty of the German government’s money on various financial deals, in order to make his disguise convincing, and he had done well with them. It was necessary to make trades on a large enough scale that it would make him interesting as a potential client. He had made quite a splash in Hong Kong. But now.