I swallowed, unnerved by that. I pulled into the driveway and turned off the skinny engine. I sat there, needing to think. There had to be a way out of this. People would riot over this. No one would pay this tax. It would cause so much trouble. Instead of helping the homeless, it amateur would just make things worse in my town. “Fuck,” I muttered. I climbed out of my car, clicking my fob to lock my vehicle. The lights flashed and horn beeped as I walked around it. I was heading towards the front door. It opened and Tonya stepped out, her tie missing, the top two buttons of her blouse undone. She had a flushed looked to her face. “Hi, Mr. Davies,” she said brightly. “Oh, hi,” I said, hardly noticing her. She had almost a skip to her step as she passed Hardcore me. Becky was at the door, wearing her school skirt and a tank top, her bra clearly missing, the tight cloth clinging to her teen large breasts. “Daddy!” she squealed and doggystyle hugged me. She kissed me, her lips tasting faintly of tangy pussy. “Thank you for talking to Tonya! It worked.” “Talk to...” I didn't talk to Tonya today and... Right, right, I'd edited her to think I'd talked to her. Which meant I probably had talked to her but didn't remember doing it in this new timeline. “I'm glad it worked. Is that... her I tasted.” She grinned at me. “Just a treat for my special daddy. I love you.” She kissed me again, deeper, her tongue caressing my lips. He was on his back, sprawled on a table. The road was starting to turn into more of a path and she realized she had taken the wrong turn. I saw her jump in her seat. She first took me to a nail salon, where I got a mani-pedi. Footprints. I could feel it. He groaned and panted, rolling off of me. He lay beside me, his chest heaving. After several minutes of no action, my boner finally began to fade. Heady? Almost like he was fucking me. Production of multiple copies of this story on paper, disk, or other fixed format is expressly forbidden. Unfortunately that meant putting some clothes on. Young hard boy cock. - Are you skinny sure ? dont you want to.... “You’d let me be free?” he amateur said with confusion evident in his voice. “I don’t think we are.” I had totally forgot that was even in there. Caressing and massaging them to her moaning in pleasure. she moaned as he fucked her mercilessly. She HAD to get to practice. “Never really thought about it but I guess that doggystyle I am.” I arched an eyebrow, still twisting Hardcore her nub, seeing her futa-pride crashing across her face. “And, if you’re not comfortable, you, ah, you don’t have to answer--” Emily went first. It was horrible,” teen I say to her. “Are you about to murder me Captain?” Francis asked.