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For years I waited for that one simple word, to feel that you wanted me. Though, did I ever get it? NO! Let's see if amateur I can refresh your fetid, putrid excuse of a memory. I'm sorry, though you aren't my son thanks. I wish I had a son like you. What a great son you'd make. If I had a son, I'd want him to be like you." Art growled at the man his hatred flowing from him like a wave of energy. "I don't..." the man started. "SHUT UP! I am through listening to you. I'm through being hurt, ignored and pushed india Babe away. Now it's my turn to make you feel useless, unloved and unwanted. As of right now, you are dead to me you pathetic excuse for an immortal. No, after you don't appear this year, the world cries foul about you, THEN I will let you go. Her green eyes and mouth were wide open in terror. I took Steph by the hand and started towards the barn and looked back at Jenn and she had Jimmy by the hand and smiled and winked at me. This was going to be a good night. Siona moaned and whimpered into my pussy while Natti gasped in the background. But Jhanvi, at 21, wouldn’t be sure of what to do. He went into a rage calling me everything he could think of. We reckoned that there was enough food in there to feed us for a couple of days so we didn’t plan going anywhere until it ran out. “Come and kiss my arse while Simone is licking my cunt.” She told me that she found it very embarrassing at first but she just ignores the stares from the men. Gah. They spent the next hour picking beans and corn, before dropping their harvest in the shade at the side of the barn. It is intended as fantasy and nothing else. “Nobody,” I tell her, sliding next to her into the amateur bed. This is india Babe yours." Being Waldensteiner wouldn’t have saved you”.