“His name is Jack, and he got killed because he was there with Mia.”
I smiled. “I see.”
“What do you say?” he asked. Milf sex Later that night when we came home, and with the wound on my leg all patched up, my father said, “How come you aren’t a virgin? But, I felt safe – no longer a virgin, and with the party undoubtedly ongoing, the killer would probably go where the most virgin teens were, no? Bye, bye,” he said as he swung his arm to the right, aiming to stab me in the neck with the big-ass knife he held. Was it a cat?” I said, screwing up my face in disgust.
