I had no choice but to stand and face them. It was not easy to stand up and keep that thing in me, but I managed. I saw two video cameras on tripods a...nd two men had cameras they were holding. All the men had shirts on, but no pants, they all stood there naked from the waist down. I counted 11 men/boys everyone had a very hard dick standing out from between their loins. Four looked like monsters three looked rather lovely and the rest varied in size and thickness. I kept looking from dick to. Fired up a bowl, chug some water, when this tasty looking middle age black woman comes walking up to the intersection.I pour some water over my head and down my chest as if I didn't see her. Let the water run off my face as I look up and she is standing there looking like "EXCUSE ME!" attitude. I smiled, said excuse me as I was exhausted, chug last of the water. She asked me how far have I rode that bike tonight. I told her and she was like "ain't you tired?" "dam I tired talking about it". I. ‘Yeah, you remind me of my step father, Michael Powell,’ Caitlin said. Craig couldn’t help it, he started laugh. ‘That is not a person you want to be a reminder of,’ Craig said. ‘And why is that?’ Mr. Blackwell wanted to know. ‘Because he’s a child rapist,’ Caitlin said. ‘He raped me when I was sixteen, Craig is the result of that. My name is Caitlin Martin and Craig’s biological mother. My mother raised Craig as her own until she was murdered a few months ago,’ Caitlin said, her voice just. This isn't the end of the world, you know. Tiffany's about the same age as when we started having sex, except we didn't get caught. Remember?" Yes, but she's our daughter, and she shouldn't be doing that sort of thing." She's a grown woman, John. She isn't six years old anymore, you'll have to let go sometime."I realized Emily was right, but deep inside I felt protective of her as nearly all fathers do about their teenage daughters. Tiffany had always been such a good girl--I fully expected.