Space next to her window was occupied by a tall bookcase. There were a few books, but mostly it was adorned with decorations, along with a few old toys and stuffed animals. At one time they were prized possessions, too dear to be hidden away in storage. I suspected that now they were just familiar fixtures on their respective shelves and would remain there until space was needed for something new. Her closet door was open, and the light was on. Larger than a “normal” closet, but smaller than a walk-in, it was completely full. This child did not want for clothes. Though I only ventured a quick glance something caught my eye and my suspicions from earlier in the day were confirmed. There, in the back of the closet, I saw a couple open totes. Usually said totes, three or four of them in all, were stacked neatly, keeping safe and dry an assortment of childhood memorabilia, things that Chani may want to one day show her own children. Favorite toys, old art projects and even some articles of clothing were kept therein. Clothing like the t-shirt and panties, proudly printed with colorful representations with some of Chani’s childhood heroes, that she wore this morning while watching TV. My thoughts returned to the image from earlier in the day, that of Chani’s glorious backside covered in smooth fabric stretched to be nearly transparent. “Dad!?”, I was brought out of my reverie by my daughter’s voice. I turned to face her, seeing her sitting on her bed surrounded by books and papers, and blinked as my thoughts returned to the present. “I said,” she continued with just the sliest hint of annoyance at having to repeat herself, “that I just finished up my history homework and was taking a little break before I began memorizing my flashing lines for drama. How about you?” “Nothing as exciting as homework,” I responded. “Your mother just had a few chores for me to do. Actually, though, I was hoping we could talk for a couple minutes.” “Sure.”, She responded as she moved a few things out of the way, clearing a spot for me to sit. Then she paused, “Wait…,” a note of apprehension in her voice, “…about what?” I chuckled a little at her hesitation. “Nothing bad, sweetheart. I just wanted to continue our conversation from last night. More specifically I wanted to offer my help with some of this stress you’ve been under lately.” Her friendly and upbeat tone from a few moments ago soured, “No offense, dad, but I’m not sure how you can help. I mean it’s just life. I just need to work through it.” “Well, my dear,” I said trying to inject some levity. “I’m not sure if candid indian you’re aware of this, but your old man is a hypnotherapist. I actually own my own practice, and, you may be surprised to learn, I’m pretty good at it.” She rolled her eyes at me. “I know dad, but I’m not trying to quit smoking or lose weight or something.” “Wow, seriously?” I was genuinely a little hurt. “Chani, is that really what you think I do? I mean yes I do help people with that stuff sometimes, but 95% of my clients come to me for stress. And a good number of those are because they are overwhelmed at work or even at school.” “Really? A smiled across his lips. It was now or never. “Does that feel good Sylvia?” His cock slammed so deep and hard in me. He churned me up. flashing He told them to react like a run-away slave if caught. I broke off the kiss, and licked down her neck. Oh.” He used it to start cleaning candid out the remnants of cum in Bianca’s sex. We both were pressing the buttons like crazy, trying to beat the other, making sure to get the other one naked, I was so close, I just needed to get his character flying off- For the better part of an hour. “Carson just needs to get his shit together. A feeling that she was scared would turn cavernous once removed. Surprised and ashamed at herself, Stephanie wiped her chin with the back of her glove. I kneel on stone flagstone in a dim room. Saturday May 16 I actually like it.” “Ooh, Fina, your tongue... “Master, Momo is still hungry,” she said, having finished her food. Apparently, while I passed out, Leon left my asshole gaping so much that there was almost a fight amongst the shooters to see who could shoot their cum inside indian me.