It met a little resistance before she adjusted and it slipped into her throat. She gagged, but I held her head still while I fucked her mouth. She was... moaning loudly in protest when I finally released her and she pulled back with a cry. Tears were streaming from her eyes, and her chin and my dick were dripping with her saliva. I could see why she loved to be in control so much, it was addictive. I pulled her to her feet and kissed her hard. My fingers travelled down to her wet pussy and started. The image was horrific for me. I don't handle girls crying very well, especially not when they're crying at pain that I've caused them.Julia continued, "It's a standard girl tactic and I'm sure you're a total sucker for it, so you HAVE to stand firm. Which means Donna gets a month." But I already told her a week." You had no trouble changing a month into a week. Now have no trouble changing it back."I hesitated. Donna started crying louder than before. I'd parked the car by now, and we sat. And I have no idea what I am going to run into so Ineed you to stay with me," Jackson said."Ya, I get that I am- you know what, never mind-" Doug stopped himselfand leaned back in the seat, eyes to the side thinking about what lifehad dealt him and how much it sucked.*August 24th, 2014, Sunday at 1240 PSTJackson pulled in behind the van, then hopped out of the car, Doug wasout, carefully closing the door as he followed after Jackson. Theymoved down the passenger's side of the van- Jackson. The thick envelope in his hand caused him to wonder what kind of a saga his father had written. Tearing off end of the envelope he slid out the folded sheets of typed paper and opened the letter.My dearest son, Life is such that one can do hurtful things before there is time left to right wrongs that might have been committed. In my case it has caught up with me. I just hope that I have enough time little to explain myself and, hopefully make amends. If I am not able to explain myself.