Or, was it, Blaney? I can’t remember all these new names. Half of them don’t even sound like girls' names anymore. Maybe if I dated people my age ...with normal names I could remember them. But a lot of girls out there want a Daddy, so—“Like, are you even listening?”“I’m sorry, babygirl. What was that? I was daydreaming about you.”“Lolz, yeah right! Wait, are you… crying?”I wiped my eyes. Did she actually say “lolz”? She talked in textspeak. She was/is without a doubt the most beautiful woman I. She grabbed his hair, gently yet firm, and brought him down to her level. She indulged in one long kiss and then guided his head down further. He took the hint and sank to his knees, gently kissing her breasts, then her stomach, then her thighs. He reached around and grabbed her butt, pulled himself up and spread the lips of her pussy with his tongue. She gasped as he slowly began tracing circles around her clit, pausing for effect and diving once more with his tongue. He plunged it into her. " She leapt up onto the Gator, the little quad-style pick up that was used for getting about the farm in the hurry, usually with all sorts of stuff, "Or are your clothes to precious?"Caden went to cuff his sister round the head, but she was too quick for him. Caden got onto the Gator with her and gripped the dash with white knuckles. Cory had been taught to drive by Cole and Clayton and she drove like they did. Like hell on earth.The route to the stables took them past The Granary. Who would. If Peter or Thomas went to prison it would tear the family further apart.On entering the court building he asked to speak with the defence solicitor. When the man arrived, John asked what might be the outcome. Prison was a real possibility since the two men had forced their way into John’s home and seriously assaulted him.John asked if he would be able speak at the trial. The man looked worried and asked what John wanted to achieve. He explained. The man was surprised and suspicious, but John.