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Dust
- Joined
- Apr 11, 2011
- Location
- Australia
In the beginning, Ashley had hated Daddy for coming to her. She had utterly despised his greedy hands all over her body, because they wouldn't let her be. He had hurt her and she had been afraid, unable to scream or cry or even tell anyone. But time after time, when the hurting continued, she started to enjoy it. She felt like it was a punishment she deserved, because Daddy wouldn't do anything wrongful to her. Because her Daddy loved her, just as much as she loved him.
"Yeah whatever," Ashley grumbled in reply as she surveyed the kitchen, looking in disgust at the mess she had to clean up. Honestly it wasn't much of a mess but today her mother had decided everyone had to clean the house from top to bottom in preparation for the party this evening, just a few family members in a bit of a small reunion. Her mother was washing the bed sheets and curtains and tablecloths while she was left with the kitchen and her father the backyard.
What a boring morning this was turning out to be.
Ashley sighed and began wiping down the sink, dragging the moist cloth over the surface till the shining silver metal gleemed back at her. Her father, outside weeding the lawn, looked up and caught a glimpse of his daughter through the kitchen window, grinning softly at the concentrated expression on her face. The expression that wasn't so different from the one he had seen on her face when she was younger, concentrating on giving him her first handjob. He chuckled softly under his breath, watching her. Ashley's straight brown hair cascaded down the back of her shoulders to rest a little past the mid-section of her back, framing her brown obsidian eyes and small nose. Her tight dark jeans gripped her hips and clung to her slim toned thighs, her white singlet clinging to her slender shoulders, tight against her 15 year old C-cup breast, before curling over her toned athletic stomach to stop just above her jeans, leaving a thin strip of flesh exposed between the clothing. A blue flanelette shirt clasped her shoulders loosely and stops around her ribs, tied at the front, the sleeves stopping just past my elbows.
(This is the image I was getting at:
http://jailbaitgallery.com/resized/JBG39yxsj7nb5.jpg
Ashley sighed again as she packed the dishes into the dishwasher. What a boring morning indeed...
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"Ash, dear, make sure you remember to clean out the cupboards," Her mother called as she walked down the hall with an armful of laundry. "Yeah whatever," Ashley grumbled in reply as she surveyed the kitchen, looking in disgust at the mess she had to clean up. Honestly it wasn't much of a mess but today her mother had decided everyone had to clean the house from top to bottom in preparation for the party this evening, just a few family members in a bit of a small reunion. Her mother was washing the bed sheets and curtains and tablecloths while she was left with the kitchen and her father the backyard.
What a boring morning this was turning out to be.
Ashley sighed and began wiping down the sink, dragging the moist cloth over the surface till the shining silver metal gleemed back at her. Her father, outside weeding the lawn, looked up and caught a glimpse of his daughter through the kitchen window, grinning softly at the concentrated expression on her face. The expression that wasn't so different from the one he had seen on her face when she was younger, concentrating on giving him her first handjob. He chuckled softly under his breath, watching her. Ashley's straight brown hair cascaded down the back of her shoulders to rest a little past the mid-section of her back, framing her brown obsidian eyes and small nose. Her tight dark jeans gripped her hips and clung to her slim toned thighs, her white singlet clinging to her slender shoulders, tight against her 15 year old C-cup breast, before curling over her toned athletic stomach to stop just above her jeans, leaving a thin strip of flesh exposed between the clothing. A blue flanelette shirt clasped her shoulders loosely and stops around her ribs, tied at the front, the sleeves stopping just past my elbows.
(This is the image I was getting at:
http://jailbaitgallery.com/resized/JBG39yxsj7nb5.jpg
Ashley sighed again as she packed the dishes into the dishwasher. What a boring morning indeed...