The instant I was in my room (with the door locked, regardless of his promise to see to it that I wasn’t disturbed) I stripped naked and hopped on my bed with the magazines. I prayed for a bolt of lightning to strike me, right then and there. Amateur porn But I sure as hell wasn’t going to complain, like I said, it was great, if not a somewhat strange. It all started one night at dinner, a few weeks before my twelfth birthday. Sometimes I knew Dad had spent the whole night down in his office, when he would come upstairs in the morning, wearing the same clothes he had on the night before. That one didn’t do much for me. This is a demented tale created in an unbalanced mind. I’d never heard my dad talk to her in such a manner. And I guess I always did think that there were lots of things that they didn’t talk about around me, but… Yours Fictionally,
–RogueRambler
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I had a normal childhood I guess.
