Small Ivanas reflection of reality

He was giving me praise, saying that I seemed surprisingly strong. I figured he was exaggerating in order to be nice, at least a little bit, but it felt good nonetheless. I wanted to be strong. He encouraged me to keep thinking about having proper form when doing the exercises and used his hands to remind me. I wanted to hear more about having powerful legs and strong gluteus maximus, so I pressed my behind against his hands when he had them there. “Very good form now”, Lee said with an air of approval. Dad was watching us, and I felt a little self-conscious when he had his eyes on us, but he never said anything. Me and Lee inevitably worked up a sweat in the blazing sun and therefore took a swim in the lake’s water to cool off. Everything was not normal movie though. Under the surface, he was touching me, here and there. I knew that it was highly unusual the way Lee was laying his hands on me, the way they lingered in petite certain places, but I could not help but like it. I enjoyed the attention he gave me, and the whispered compliments he had for my body – which I indeed hated normally - but he seemed to find nothing wrong with. He was cooler than anyone else I knew, and his words and hands were having an appeasing influence on me. Maybe I wasn’t all that unattractive after all? “You haven’t drowned yet, have you?”, my dad asked as he approached the water. “Nah, not yet”, Lee answered. “H-hop in D-dad”, I urged, perhaps too eager to act normal. In fact, both Dad and Reginald hopped in. Lee made a joke about how bold it was for Reggie to face the perils of the dangerous water. “Hey asshole, just ‘cause I’m black that don’t mean I can’t swim”, Reginald responded. “Would never dream of implying that”, Lee said amused. “I’m sure your 300-plus pound body is nicely buoyant”. “295 actually, so I’d be careful if I was a lightweight this like you”, Reginald threatened in good fun. clit “Hey, I’m more of a middleweight, at least according to UFC-standards. Around 185”, Lee said. Their banter about weight bothered me. I did not want anyone asking me what the scale showed when I stepped on it. I tried to make myself scarce – as much as that could be done without exiting the vagina water. Lee and Dad had started discussing how they’d first aim to get him (my father) down to a light heavyweight from the about 250 pounds he was now, to a middleweight himself eventually. "Yeah." I have tortured and raped, so I must bear my sins in turn. He was troubled by his financial situation. “Well… What they are doing next door, is something I hope you and I get to do, and very soon…. He quizzed me about what had gone down but the movie stock and receipts balanced, and when I told him I needed a break he agreed I should head home. I handed clit the reins of my steed to my vagina ostler and made my way indoors seeking my dinner. Apologize for the errors but feel free to complete it as your own version. It was then I realised that she was shaking, but not from falling from the horse. The harassed girl petite held her determination and kept on moving her feet to keep up with the wheel speed, despite the many wet rubber sticks, boxing gloves, whips and thorns she had to suffer wacks from. Wolves bark and growl and harry herds until they can pick off the weak prey, but the tiger… the tiger stalks the dangerous game in dead silence. He’s holding the bill and offers it to me. ​“Ohh! Diann blushed but did not answer. FUCK IT WAS A SIGHT TO SEE. “The game’s over.” Tegan said, confused. “Get naked for daddy, Ari.” What was that?" Martin said as he looked her up and down. Her moans this became louder and more desperate. My fingers danced up and down her wet folds.