The food did smell delicious. Whatever his mom had been cooking, sat in pots on the stove. “You didn’t tell me.”“I told you this morning.” A...manda frowned, her pale cheeks turned a little rosy. “Maybe I got distracted.” She looked toward the dining room and then back to Roy. “I’m sorry about not believing you about your ... um...” She whispered.“My dick?” Roy scratched his head.“That’s not polite, Roy.” Amanda’s frown deepened. “But yes, the gadget you’ve got down there. And as long as you leave. I had to save him from himself, and I intended to do anything that required. He never thanked me, but every night when he pulled me in close I knew he appreciated it. I had woken up with morning wood against my ass a few times. I always ignored it, chalking it up to nature. But this morning was different; my father was grinding against me slowly. His breathing was heavy and his voice was hoarse as he whispered, “It’s been so long.” I sat frozen, focusing on the feeling against my behind. Being. Life’ll kill ya. Then you’ll be dead.Life’ll find ya. Wherever you go.Requiescat In Pace, that’s-a all she wrote.”-Warren Zevon, “Life’ll Kill Ya”She ran.He had turned around and was chasing her in the car that she’d jumped from moments before. She spotted one of the trails her friends took through the woods and ran into them. She couldn’t see the road anymore, but heard him getting out of the car and yelling for her bitch ass to get back in it.She knew where she was running. He did too, and if. I have an epiphany. I tuck the little vibe between my lips trying to keep the tip against my clit, and reach again for the riding crop. I rain blows down on Jimmy, his yelps melding together into a howl of pain that resonates through me, bouncing off the headboard and back down. I frantically continue beating him, back, arms, ass, feet, nothing escapes as I drive myself off the cliff, my own orgasm finally arriving with a groan and a full-body shudder, my thighs clamping involuntarily onto.