I have this dream that when I die God makes me play show and tell with one object that best sums up my life. In the dream I’m waiting there in line ...and all these people in front of me have the most marvelous things to show Him, wonderful symbols of achievements from their time on earth. But when He gets to me I fumble through my pockets and all I can come up with is that muddy Titleist 4. I’m almost finished, I promise. Remember that old Spaulding 3 wood I told you about? I still have it,. He grabbed me and pulled me up, pushing me onto my back on the desk, he tore my little g-string off exposing my tight wet pussy, he kneeled down, I felt his tounge gently slide up my slit, reaching my clit he began to circle round it, then licking and flicking it I began to moan, it felt so fucking good ‘Yes, Mr Armstrong, lick my throbbing clit, suck it!’ Oh and he did, he sucked it till I was squirming and squeeling, then shoving his cock into my tight cunt I came all over his tongue..and. I hear cars roll across it every now and then.It looks to be very later in the afternoon. I hang there listening tonature run its course. Crickets chirping, birds singing, everything. Thepeaceful beauty of the wilderness finally helps me fall asleep.---I must have fallen asleep because when I wake up it is dark all aroundme. I still hear the occasional car drive over head. Damn I am gettinghungry; I haven't eaten anything since breakfast yesterday.Daddy returns close to midnight I. I tried to hide my hardcock, but he had already seen it and the sight of him, tall, straight andtoned only made it more visible. Jay's door was halfway down on the otherside of the hall. He stepped up to it, slid his key into the hole andopened the door. Jay glanced again at me as he moved through thedoorway. "Get in here."As if I had no will of my own, I walked down the hall and stepped intoJay's apartment. He was only standing about five feet in the apartment,hands on his hips which jutted.