Oh, My god, Dante it hurts so much," Sara cried. That was followed by the sound of a solid slap somewhere on Sara's body. "Tell me you are sorry for... complaining and beg for it, skinny bitch.", Dante growled. "I am sorry, Dante. I am a whore and I need your cock up my ass. Please, fuck it," Sara said. "Fuck it, how, bitch?" "Fuck it like my Daddy! Fuck it like my Daddy," Sara cried. "Tell everybody why you say that." Sara sobbed,"Because my daddy used to fuck my ass all through high school. . I just watched the sun set, and you haven't come home yet. What a beautiful sunset.I am waiting by your door.There it is - your car. I wait quietly while you turn off the radio, and turn off the engine. You take off your seatbelt, and grab your purse from the seat. You open the door and get out. You walk to the door."Why didn't you tell me your name?" Who are you? What are you doing here?" We love each other. You should have told me your name, Violet." Get out of my yard or I am calling the. ”“Oh no, you were far too keen to avoid me all evening for me to imagine that. Besides, I was under the impression that we had become rather more than slightly acquainted friends back then. After all we saw each other for several hours every day and I clearly remember always enjoying your company. On my part I have thought about you quite often since, but never really expected to see you again. So how did you find out about tonight’s talk?” he asked, “it wasn’t mentioned on air.”“My niece was. My friends and I have always dreamed of fucking her, and she used to garden in a skimpy bikini top and bottoms just to taunt us, because in the back of her mind she knew we used to watch her and she found it amusing.Now if anyone knew her, I mean the sound of her voice makes you want to just start fucking her on the spot. And then to see her bend straight over in a bathing suit while doing gardening stuff makes that double. If I was alone I would always pound my meat gawking at her. So the best.