Peter noticed the concern on my face."Hey," he said. "What's wrong Tia?"I wiped away the tears forming in my eyes. "Na-nothing. I'm fine. Everything i... fine," I said clenching my fists.He took my hands and un-clenched them. He looked at me softly. "Is this about your dad?"I stared at him, wide-eyed. "No! Look, I have to go." I took my hands away and left.-I opened the door to my house and looked around. I spotted my dad on the couch drinking a beer. I wanted to cry, knowing the abuse that would. One hand cupping my balls. A mouth sucking my cock. Fingernails raking over my chest. A mouth nursing my tiny nipples. A hand sliding under my ass, squeezing my cheeks. Then two hands under my ass. lifting me up onto a pillow. The mouth released my cock and moved lower, sucking a ball into her mouth and working it rhythmically as a hand stroked my now fully engorged shaft. I felt breasts dragging over my face. Hungrily, I tried to capture a nipple with each pass of the tender breast flesh.. More

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