The interviewer came up to me with a microphone.“And Mister Bradshaw...” she questioned me for a couple of minutes about the incident in the Hindu...Kush. I hear your son is going to be here on the stage with you,” she said. She looked around. No movement from the gallery where Abigail and my son were stationed.“I guess he couldn’t make it,” I said. I saw Owen wave at me. He was in the second row. Abigail and Ronald were far in the back. I don’t even know if he knew they were there. I did but. If I was trying to hide my own rising libido, I was failing miserably, my voice felt thick, like treacle, my palms were sweaty, and my slumbering pussy, so long dormant, screamed for that cock being teased in front of our watching eyes, 'Fucking hell Sara it like a male strip show', I know she was my daughter, but right now she was another female, a younger and more beautiful version of me, crying out for the same attention, right now she was not my daughter, she was competition.I turned and. More

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