Hey guys, thanks for stopping by, Beers in the fridge, and there’s a nice spread for you all in the living room… enjoy.
I think this is my second best selfie. In the top ten, at least.
And now for a lil exploringToday’s theme Sir
Roscoe had been her late dad’s best friend and she always felt that she could trust him. And he had indeed agreed to let her hide out at his house from Frank.
Frank, the man her mother married. Frank who had started to look at her funny at first and then began to come to her room at night, with threats of violence and grabby hands. With threats to kick her out of the house and taking the money in her college fund and his cock rubbing against her lips. So she packed and looked for refuge. And Roscoe took her in.
But Roscoe had had his eyes on her as well. And he wasn’t such a weenie like Frank. He didn’t threaten. He just took. Took what he declared his. And she had nobody else left to run to.
But as much as she hated it, it also felt right. As if things had fallen into place. That part really had her confused. But Roscoe planned to teach her.
If you’re not careful,
you’ll find yourself
asking for it.