”So, that’s what’s been happening ... My sons have been teaching them the mechanics of flying.“Did they let you fly without holding your hands... on the way over?”Tana answered, “Yes, but don’t be mad at them ... because we begged them to show us how. They let us fly there without holding hands, and then we held hands before we landed. When we started back, we begged them again until they let us fly all the way home by ourselves. They were right there with us Daddy. We were unsure about taking off. I knew my daughter was not dating anyone, and in fact had not dated in nearly two years. Not since she had launched her bio-genetics lab. In fact, I frequently complained because she never took time to enjoy herself, instead working 15 to 18 hours a day, six or seven days a week. Daddy, I’m pregnant, the words repeated themselves in my mind. Part of my mind just seemed to stop, while another part suddenly started operating lightning fast. Daddy, Daddy, Daddy . . . I’m, I’m, I’m . . . pregnant,. Hiroshi knew thathe'll never respect Ranma as a man again. Once a fuckslut, always afuckslut, he thought. This body was so hot, like made for being fucked.Hiroshi leaned to lick and suck her rocking tits as he stuffed her cuntwith his thick, warm penis.Ranma's head bobbed as she was fucked, her ponytail jumped around. Herfeet swung in the air over the table's side, shoes fell down on the flooras she was fucked. Hiroshi gave her no time to rest. And all the time shewas moaning "I'm a good girl".. It seemed to be our new game to tease the nuns by touching each other as much as possible. On the last day of school, Genna invited me over to her house. Her parents and brother had left for a boy scout camping trip and she wanted to have an all-night movie marathon to celebrate the end of the year. The other girls from our clique were invited and everyone showed up around six with armfuls of snacks. By 10:30 everyone was falling asleep from their sugar crashes and a car sounded in the.