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Jessica Colie And Sadie free porn video
This story begins with an inappropriate and i*****l sexual experience for two people. I"m not putting it up here. You will have to imagine it!
"Oh, god Colie, that feels so fucking good..."
"Wow" was all she said. She quickly reached over, got a bit on her finger, and put it on her tongue...
"Daddy, you better not get me pregnant.." Giggling like mad, she tasted the semen :
"Eeeeeewwwww. oh, that is gross...see you later, alligator.......thank you daddy...I love you..." She kissed my forehead and ran out of the room.
In most stories like this, this is the beginning of a tale of **** and sexual abuse, but this was truly a one-time event...Colie and I were always friendly and physically affectionate, but I didn't touch her again, never masturbated in her presence, and I didn't go to prison, either.
By the time she was eighteen, she explained that she hardly ever touched her birth control pills, because the sex she was having was with girls her age and older women, though I had thought she might be gay or bi for several years. She smoked early, she drank early, I guessed she was having sex early too, but I didn't see boys around her. She and her female friends had always been into horses, but not in a prissy, horse show kind of way..they were learning from a neighbor, a woman who I was sure was gay, to organize and drive Norwegian draft horses, to pull logs from the woods with sleds and horse teams...One day I expected to see her come home chewing tobacco, but she spared me that.
That is where the story of Colie, my eighteen-year-old granddaughter, Sadie, and their friend Jessica begins...
Colie had a half-sister, sixteen years older, my daughter, from my first marriage. Sharon was a complete grown-up, more than her dad, had a doctorate in clinical psychology, had passed every exam she had ever attempted, always at the top of any class she was in. She was uncomfortable cracking a smile or and had yet to get the knack of administering a proper hug. She called herself a ther****t. She administered a program for the needs and support of mentally ill people with alcoholism and d**g problems in the maritime provinces. She was living in Newfoundland with her mother, a place where the climate and her personality were as one. She had one daughter, Sadie, the c***d of her only, four-month marriage. I never knew Sadie's father, he died so soon after the marriage. Sadie did not take after her mother or her grandmother. She became the only mohawked, pierced, tattoed, bi-sexual punk twelve years old in Halifax, Nova Scotia, and when she found herself pregnant at f******n, hitchhiked in a blizzard to New York City to get the abortion and "put some fuckin' wheels on her life." She had to blow two truckers on the way. She said to me, her grandfather: "I had to suck dick to get out of there, I'm not goin' back over that road again, Zaide."
Sadie wasn't Jewish but she liked to call me the Yiddish word for grandfather. Like her mother, she was fucking brilliant. Unlike her, she knew what a smile was and she knew how to put a hug on someone.
Like Colie, she was what my grandmama called "big-boned". Big boobs and big booty would have been more accurate. A little bit shorter and rounder than her...
She punched me in the arm and kissed my face at the same time:
"Fuckin' Zaide and fuckin' Sadie....right on, right on, right on."
She described a girl she knew as "so skanky, her pubes were dreadlocks.." She and Colie liked each other from the first time they met...even though Colie had not come out as gay, and as she got older, presented a much, much more moderate face to the world than her niece did.
"Oh, god Colie, that feels so fucking good..."
"Wow" was all she said. She quickly reached over, got a bit on her finger, and put it on her tongue...
"Daddy, you better not get me pregnant.." Giggling like mad, she tasted the semen :
"Eeeeeewwwww. oh, that is gross...see you later, alligator.......thank you daddy...I love you..." She kissed my forehead and ran out of the room.
In most stories like this, this is the beginning of a tale of **** and sexual abuse, but this was truly a one-time event...Colie and I were always friendly and physically affectionate, but I didn't touch her again, never masturbated in her presence, and I didn't go to prison, either.
By the time she was eighteen, she explained that she hardly ever touched her birth control pills, because the sex she was having was with girls her age and older women, though I had thought she might be gay or bi for several years. She smoked early, she drank early, I guessed she was having sex early too, but I didn't see boys around her. She and her female friends had always been into horses, but not in a prissy, horse show kind of way..they were learning from a neighbor, a woman who I was sure was gay, to organize and drive Norwegian draft horses, to pull logs from the woods with sleds and horse teams...One day I expected to see her come home chewing tobacco, but she spared me that.
That is where the story of Colie, my eighteen-year-old granddaughter, Sadie, and their friend Jessica begins...
Colie had a half-sister, sixteen years older, my daughter, from my first marriage. Sharon was a complete grown-up, more than her dad, had a doctorate in clinical psychology, had passed every exam she had ever attempted, always at the top of any class she was in. She was uncomfortable cracking a smile or and had yet to get the knack of administering a proper hug. She called herself a ther****t. She administered a program for the needs and support of mentally ill people with alcoholism and d**g problems in the maritime provinces. She was living in Newfoundland with her mother, a place where the climate and her personality were as one. She had one daughter, Sadie, the c***d of her only, four-month marriage. I never knew Sadie's father, he died so soon after the marriage. Sadie did not take after her mother or her grandmother. She became the only mohawked, pierced, tattoed, bi-sexual punk twelve years old in Halifax, Nova Scotia, and when she found herself pregnant at f******n, hitchhiked in a blizzard to New York City to get the abortion and "put some fuckin' wheels on her life." She had to blow two truckers on the way. She said to me, her grandfather: "I had to suck dick to get out of there, I'm not goin' back over that road again, Zaide."
Sadie wasn't Jewish but she liked to call me the Yiddish word for grandfather. Like her mother, she was fucking brilliant. Unlike her, she knew what a smile was and she knew how to put a hug on someone.
Like Colie, she was what my grandmama called "big-boned". Big boobs and big booty would have been more accurate. A little bit shorter and rounder than her...
She punched me in the arm and kissed my face at the same time:
"Fuckin' Zaide and fuckin' Sadie....right on, right on, right on."
She described a girl she knew as "so skanky, her pubes were dreadlocks.." She and Colie liked each other from the first time they met...even though Colie had not come out as gay, and as she got older, presented a much, much more moderate face to the world than her niece did.
Anastasia
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