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Date: Tue, 05 Jul 2005 04:17:06 +0000
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Delighted In His Daughter Chapter 4
Pam slipped out of her second-hour class and headed for the front door of the
high school.
She saw Betsy Meeker and Linda Walker standing in the corridor talking to one of
the star football players. He was towering above the girls, and grinning at
something one of them had just said.
Pam's heart literally sang with relief that she felt no biting jealousy today
toward the two whoring young bitches. Why should she feel envy toward them, she
thought, when she had Bo Pauley waiting for her?
And today was the day!
She was deliberately leaving school early in order to meet Bo, and she had
made him promise that nobody would be at home but him. After all, she didn't
want that pesky little sister of his around for her initiation into the art
of fucking!
Pam found herself too impatient to wait for the city bus, so she walked the
block necessary to catch a taxi. She told the driver to let her off at a corner
well away from where her house and the old Howard house sat side by side.
Pam knew that above all she didn't want her mom to see her sneaking in the back
door of the Pauley's!
She paid the taxi driver and skipped down the back alley with her school books
clutched close against her already swelling young breasts, and by the time she
reached the back door of Bo's house her heart was beating as rapidly as a
snare drum.
She tapped on the door, and in seconds Bo opened it.
He was dressed in a pair of oil-stained coveralls, and he had a service station
cap pushed high back over his thick, rather tangled hair.
He grinned at her as she darted inside so that he could lock the door
behind her.
"Boy, you sure made it in record time," he breathed. "I just got here myself."
"Did your father want to know why you wanted off from work at the station?" Pam
asked breathlessly.
Bo shrugged. "Hell, who asked him? I take off whenever I feel like getting a
little pussy."
He grinned again at the shock value of the crude word, then turned to Pam and
put both of his strong hands on her hips. "Man, I've been thinking about fucking
you ever since last night. I think I was even thinking about it while I was
balling my sis. Honey, you don't know how you turned me on, playing with my
balls. I've never had a girl do such wild stuff to me, so you don't have to say
you like my body."
Pam blushed, remembering how easy it had been in the half darkness of the old
pick-up to play with Bo's nuts and do those lascivious things to him with her
tongue. But now, in broad open daylight, she felt much more modest.
"You wanta have ...
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