All her other stories had been written to antagonise the readers so she could control the reactions. This time the story was from her soul and she was... scared people would see her for who she really was. KillerBitch: If people write to me, must I answer them? CareBear: Not yet. We’ll talk about it again when you’ve written some more. Why had he changed? He hadn’t been like this last week. KillerBitch: Why are you being nice to me? CareBear: Why shouldn’t I? KillerBitch: You weren’t the other. " Ok, so any ideas on how to handle this? Ignore her, or what?" Bethasked."I say, let's get the whole thing over with, sooner than later. Meether and put her in her place." I suggested.Beth and Anna agreed, but "Not in Elsie's home!"I asked for Beth's phone, looked at the call log and called mother'snumber. I cleared my throat and tried to recall my old voice, one Ihadn't used since I was eighteen."Hello Debra, how interesting to hear from you after, what, almost tenyears."As much as I detested. He came to a quick realization...the tip was the most sensitive, why had he not touched it. He had gripped the bottom of his dick, and used his other hand to rub his palm against the tip, but this only gave him the extreme urge to piss, this had excited him the first time, thinking he was going to cum but was disappointed to have pissed on his bed. Well...Maybe if he stroked, basically using the first half of his nine inch dick, he could cum! He did it, and he got the same feeling her did when. ..you're so beautiful!" my daddy exclaimed, still stroking his cock. "I need to fuck you baby...daddy needs to be inside of his baby girl." he pleaded. "Yes daddy, fuck me...fuck me harder than you ever fucked mom!" I begged. He spread my legs and positioned his cock at the tip of my pussyhole. I wasn't a virgin, but I didn't have too much experience either and my daddy was bigger than any of the guys I had ever been with. "Are you ready baby?" he asked, looking for signs of fear. I took a deep.