”“Sounds good. We can put some hamburgers on the grill tonight if you want.”“Great,” I said enthusiastically. My enthusiasm was more about m...y mother’s bubbly disposition then about the burgers. She seemed to have totally forgotten about last night. If she blamed me for any of it, it wasn’t apparent. Then she leaned over and kissed me on the lips. It was such a surprise that I didn’t respond immediately.“Still can’t guess, huh?”I looked at her quizzically. Then it dawned on me. “Oh, the. .He pushes his hand down....and fingers my pussy..and he slips in one...then two...then oh heck..three fingers...I want it all...but he is holding back...three fingers?? but my pussy is sucking those fingers in...slurping noises...and I feel my nectar begin to run down my legs...he turns me around...me facing him...I so much want him in me..looking into his eyes...I see the glint, and I sink down and take his glorious manhood into my mouth...starting at the head...I apply pressure with my. If you are reading this now, we were either victorious or slaughtered, but no matter the outcome, this record will remain a testament to our fight. I have entrusted a dear friend to write this story and it is my hope that it will survive. Be well, reader. Be hopeful. Be proud. Karoleah Annalucia Gregory, Princess Royale ************************************************* Gerald glanced up as he heard the bells from the tower ringing in the midday sun. It was already sweltering in the palace, but. ”“How about your parents? Should we tell them, I mean tonight?” he said.She suddenly went pensive on him. “My Dad’s...”“Yes, I know, your Dad’s in prison. But, your other Dad, your bio Dad?” he said.“Yes, he’s been more of a dad to me than the one who raised me,” she said.A psychologist would have been able to explain it, maybe as a self-defense mechanism of sorts. Jenna’s attitude, at least her outward attitude, toward the father that had saved her, had morphed. She now avowed how the man,.