“I’m just saying, maybe you're working too hard. Take a break, go fishin…”Papa grunted. “Fishin, haven’t done that since...”I remembered... the last time Papa went fishing. I was seven and he was gone a week, came back drunker than a skunk. Momma was so pissed that she made him split enough wood for three winters.“Well, we’ve plenty of firewood; I’ll tell Momma I sent you to the cabin for the weekend.” “You’re brave enough to tell her that?” I shrugged. “She isn’t mad at me.”Papa laughed. “Not yet. ''I said, why are you wearing my clothes?''I had better go.''Oh no you don't.''Why not, you've caught me, haven't you?''Just answer me this. Do you like wearing women's clothes?''Well... yes.''Why didn't you say?''Well it's not something you go around advertising, is it?''I think we should talk about it.''Why?''Because I want to understand you. I thought I knew you, but obviously I was wrong. I want to know more about you.''I thought you wouldn't be interested after seeing me like this.''Let me. I think I may have an addiction to you... And your cock. Can you blame me, though? You know the things you do to me. The way you look at me, giving me the look of lust and need. The way you growl at me, making me weak in the knees, my breath always hitches. The way your voice is low, but demanding, controlling. Full of desired needs. God yes, the things you do to me. I’m naked before you, my milky white skin aglow against the soft light on in the far corner of the room. The light barely. She shook her head violently from side to side.Her eyes were closed tight as Vitali pushed his huge cock against her dry pussy.“NO PLEASE DON’T!” Evgeniya screamed at the man.Of course, the panties continued to muffle her pathetic pleas for mercy. Vitali paid no attention to her as he forced himself into the black bush. The plaid schoolgirl skirt was up around Evgeniya’s waist as Vitali began to rape her. His hands had moved to her face as he raped her. Evgeniya had felt the smooth cord in his.