Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Thanks for visiting Mister's site. This is a Porn4Peace site which means that i think our world would be better off if we sat around enjoying our imaginations rather than forcing beliefs onto others through violent means. This is an imaginary letter to an imaginary girl... If you would like to contact me, I am at daddydreams@gmail.com Please support ASSTR. --------------------------------------------------------------------------- ------- Letter to my Babygirl #4 You sure did piss off momma remember the joke she played to get revenge... i bet you still walk a little funny! It was a Saturday morning and she had gone down the mountain to work at the bar she stripped and danced at... I think it was AJs Crystal Palace she was working then... her first stripper job. Before she left she made us juice for the day... just a half pitcher so we would drink it all up. That fucking bitch didn't just open the Tropicana can tho... she also crushed a handful of Viagra into the juice... not that i needed it but it was always nice to have a little extra iron in the steel so to speak... anyways, we drank our juice just like mommy wanted and i was working in the shop tearing down the engine for the old panhead, you were watching cartoons or whatever. About an hour or so after breakfast... I start getting a little lightheaded and tingly... and about that time the door opens and you are standing there with your hand in your carebear panties... rubbing and scratching and saying... "daddie, I feel funny" Well, the way my cock sprang to attention I new something was going on... of course, I was more interested in the way your little fingers were moving... now they were just sliding up and down... sawing along that preschool pussy like you were the whore your momma is. "Let daddy look babygirl... " and i picked you up and sat you down right on the bench next to that open panhead. You spread your legs for me right awy... but never took your fingers out of your panties. My cock was hard as a fuckin fence pole and I knew what that bitch had done... and I thought she was being extra nice by making juice... that slut just wanted to make sure I was dumping juice into you all day and night... Daddie daddydreams@gmail.com Document made with Nvuletter4