She is serious about the lung cancer thing, just like she was serious about the thought counting with the gift. Sometimes though, sometimes it feels as though she is raising them and not the other way around and it's not something that she is totally conscious about. People are just interested in the thought of the gift. People will be really upset if someone they loves gets sick and suffers horribly before dying. Yes, Richard and Susan there are real feelings in this world that you just mimic with extreme skill.
Salome just thinks her parents are weird. In an eye rolling way. Sometimes.
"Well they wouldn't be wrong," she tells his shoulder, her fingers still playing with the bulge of him through the fabric of his pants. "You are a creep, but that's okay, dad, I love you because you are." She glances around at the road from her position and then back up her father as his knuckles tighten around the wheel. Nice, very nice. She likes getting those reactions out of him. Pupils expanding, nostrils flaring, and breathing a little harder, oh yeah, she likes that a whole lot.
When his hand reaches around to put the moves on her she whimpers and wiggles a little, her teeth sinking into his shoulder through the fabric of his shirt as he gropes such a sensitive part of her. "Should I suck your cock, daddy? That might make it a little better right, making it up to you for getting you so worked up?" Because it's always a good idea to blow your father on the road. It's totally a legit idea.
She would put a shirt on first, so that might make it mildly better. Her hand continues to paw and rub at him, marveling a little at how unbelievably hard he can get. "That sounds a little dangerous though," reconsidering this idea. "Maybe we should wait or something, I don't want us to get in trouble."
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Date: 2012-08-11 06:55 pm (UTC)Salome just thinks her parents are weird. In an eye rolling way. Sometimes.
"Well they wouldn't be wrong," she tells his shoulder, her fingers still playing with the bulge of him through the fabric of his pants. "You are a creep, but that's okay, dad, I love you because you are." She glances around at the road from her position and then back up her father as his knuckles tighten around the wheel. Nice, very nice. She likes getting those reactions out of him. Pupils expanding, nostrils flaring, and breathing a little harder, oh yeah, she likes that a whole lot.
When his hand reaches around to put the moves on her she whimpers and wiggles a little, her teeth sinking into his shoulder through the fabric of his shirt as he gropes such a sensitive part of her. "Should I suck your cock, daddy? That might make it a little better right, making it up to you for getting you so worked up?" Because it's always a good idea to blow your father on the road. It's totally a legit idea.
She would put a shirt on first, so that might make it mildly better. Her hand continues to paw and rub at him, marveling a little at how unbelievably hard he can get. "That sounds a little dangerous though," reconsidering this idea. "Maybe we should wait or something, I don't want us to get in trouble."