It couldn’t possibly be her ‘date.’Troy said, “I know what you’re thinking but I can show you my identification that says I’m eighteen.”...Donna figured that it was a phony identification card and there was no need for her to look at it.Troy took her out of the city, into the country, and then turned off into a forest.He asked her age to which Donna replied, “Forty-seven years old. I’ll be forty-eight in September.”Troy said, “Wow! You’re the oldest fuck I’ve had so far.”She knew right then that. I had a feeling what she had in mind. My mind was racing with all the thing that ’could’ happen with her and my daddy. She was bold and aggressive and my daddy already liked her a lot. I had seen Trina rub up against daddy before when she thought no one was looking. I could tell he liked it too.I now had mixed feelings about her and my daddy getting together. Just maybe….if daddy made out with me…..he wouldn’t need to go over to Trina’s mom and stay home with me.I felt my pussy getting wet with. Please, anything you want as long as you don't tell!" She pleaded with me, her eyes moistening with tears in her fright."Why?" I asked, "Why are you stealing from me?" I looked around at my scattered belongings, finally sitting down on my chair and lighting a cigarette."It was Bill's idea," Paula confessed, almost sobbing as she fell to her knees in front of me grabbing my hand as she pleaded with me. "Please don't turn me in, Bill needed some money for drugs so he told me to take some of your. He tossed his jacket over one of the chairs and opened the refrigerator. Not surprising, there wasn’t a whole lot in it, and he shut the door with a sigh. Since his wife died, Chris had a hard time with the domestic end of things. Actually, he had a hard time with most aspects of his life, except bringing money home. Even with Taylor, who he used to have a natural, easy relationship with, things were rocky. They never fought, but that was because they barely spoke. Better not leave a bad.