“„Oh, das ist kein Problem, Dad. Ich schau schon nicht weg. Sieht doch geil aus, ihr drei.“ Er grinste und hatte seine Fassung wieder gefunden. ...„Und was mach ich in der Zeit? Mir einen runterholen?“„Wenn du willst. Aber fass meine Stuten nicht an. Die gehören ausschließlich mir. Hm, obwohl… Sandra ist ja schon schwanger von mir, da kann ja nichts mehr passieren. Pass auf, ich mach dir einen einmaligen Vorschlag: wenn du willst, dann kannst du Sandra bespringen. Dann ist ihre Fotze nicht so. I wanted to fuck her badly but she never allowed me. Instead, offered blowjobs frequently. I had to be content with that. But, I didn’t stop asking her for a fuck. This continued for about 2 years. Her marriage was fixed and she got engaged too. I grew more restless now. Forget about fucking her within few more days I would miss blowjobs too. I told her the same and asked her to give me at least one chance to fuck her. She told she would consider it after her marriage. But I knew it was merely. Her heart nearly leaped from her chest."Oh, you... you startled me!"Hank only smiled down at her, putting his hat on the table and walking over to her. It was as if he owned her, possessed her the way he owned his horse. Linda wasn't sure if she liked that attitude or not. Rising from behind the table, she smiled, feeling excitement rise in her like lava in a volcano."It's been a couple of days," he said, stepping up to her and sliding his arms around her waist. Linda thought she was going to. "Burning it. Mom! You can't burn this! It belonged to Dad. It's his!"Amy stood by him, "Honey, it's very embarrassing things, from a time when your mother and I did some things that we don't want to surface." Mom, you can't do this! Think of Dad! We only have three pictures of him in the house. Please, Mom, don't burn his stuff!"Tanya hesitated, "Billy, these things are in the past." Well so is Dad! You can't burn the past. Please just hide them. I'll never tell anyone about them." He.