My father looked at me with a stare that might have shattered glass
. What was I about to do? The thought stopped me in my trax – what if my father got angry – what if this was wrong – what if it actually happened!? The thoughts swelled together like an orchestra inside of me, every emotion a different once.
. The scrunched up look on her face signaled that it wasn’t the best quality beer. His hands joined his tongue in roaming over her taut stomach
My father looked at me with a stare that might have shattered glass
. What was I about to do? The thought stopped me in my trax – what if my father got angry – what if this was wrong – what if it actually happened!? The thoughts swelled together like an orchestra inside of me, every emotion a different once.
. The scrunched up look on her face signaled that it wasn’t the best quality beer. His hands joined his tongue in roaming over her taut stomach
My father looked at me with a stare that might have shattered glass
. What was I about to do? The thought stopped me in my trax – what if my father got angry – what if this was wrong – what if it actually happened!? The thoughts swelled together like an orchestra inside of me, every emotion a different once.
. The scrunched up look on her face signaled that it wasn’t the best quality beer. His hands joined his tongue in roaming over her taut stomach
