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“I missed it.” I muttered, “I missed it all, didn’t I?” “What?” Josie asked, putting her arm around me. “Everything.” I said into my hands. “Sometime between August thirty-first of last year, and today, you two went off without me and grew up. The clothes, the smoking, the way you talk, the way you… walk around.” I sighed, “I look at you two, and I forget you’re my baby girls. Just two beautiful strangers with familiar faces.” “Oh, Dad!” Josie laughed, her little fingers massaging my shoulder, “Of course we’re still your baby girls.” “And we always will be.” Kelsey smiled affectionately, placing her hand atop mine, “So quit being such a weirdo around us, and loosen up! Let’s have some fun!” The waiter came to the table, and Josie proffered mature the glasses. “Drinks!” KELSEY “…no, no, no!” Dad pushed me away from the stereo, “We ain’t listening to that electro-quack-candy-dogshit!” And he pulled my phone out of the port. “You mean K-Pop?” I laughed, stumbling back on drunken feet. We’d all done our share of stumbling on the walk back to his shack, meandering along the dirt road like buoys in rough tide. “No Kelsey, it’s called ‘electro-quack-candy-dogshit.’” Josie giggled as she sprawled on the couch, “If you were a true aficionado of K-pop, you would know the subgenres!” “I guess I’m just not as cool as Dad.” “I feel like I’m being made fun of, but I don’t know how.” Dad muttered, fumbling with the record player, “Josie, can you check the power-strip over there and make sure it’s-- JESUS CHRIST, PULL YOUR SKIRT DOWN, I CAN SEE YOUR CLAM!” Josie burst into drunken laughter, ineffectively pulling the homemade front of her skirt down, only managing to slide her waistband down far enough so that we could see the lines of her pelvis converging. “You goddamn indian animal.” Dad growled, following the electric cord to the power-strip. “Does it look like Mommy’s?” Josie howled. “SHUT UP!” Dad exploded, though there was laughter in his outrage. He cowgirl stuffed a pillow over Josie’s face, and she squealed delightedly, offering a feeble attack with flailing arms. He turned to me, “Kelsey, can you turn the record player on?” I flipped the switch on the old turntable, and the needle dropped on the spinning record. The first three bars of Sweet Home Alabama sounded, and I almost died of laughter. “Are big ass you fucking kidding me?! ” I managed. “What?” Dad asked, still suffocating Josie, “It’s a classic!” “You went full hillbilly! You’re a fucking cliché!” He gestured grandly to his shack. “When in Rome.” Josie managed to push the pillow off her face. “Free Bird!” She yelled. “Are we at a music festival?” I laughed at her. “That’s not even on this record.” Dad said, sitting on the cushion before Josie’s feet, and lighting up another cigarette. “I! Want! Free Bird!” Josie demanded, scrambling off the couch, and riding marching across the room. She yelled. “Is being true to our nature all that we should strive to be?” Vitanimus asked. He said. Dakota set up the meeting for 9:30am, telling the school personnel that we would need them no later than 3pm at our house as we are throwing a three-day celebration party and expect to have about 30-40 people for the entire weekend. James!” "I guess you're right but I'm mature going to email Susan as ask if she can give us a break." “Ok, baby girl, let’s get this on you and get out of here.” Tony said, and I looked big ass up to see him holding a little black dress. "AAAAAAGGGGGHHHHH," Anna screamed as the lifted tail moved the plug in her ass and pulled painful on the ring piercing her flesh. Billy grabbed her under the arms and pulled her over Charlie. There was a strange, eye of the hurricane feeling for a second as all her senses were dulled and she forgot where she was, she saw a flash of orange. They are a naughty pair, especially my riding daughter.” She looked a little worried that someone might be listening to them as she scanned the room to see who cowgirl was there. She began sticking them all over my body. Gladys hadn’t indian seen you for awhile, so I checked around back. “Don’t worry about makeup it’s been three days since your pussy had cum you must be getting bitchy about now, if you’d like I’d like to help return you to a better mood”? I groaned homemade as Sharron aborted her kiss. I'll save that pleasure till then.