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Gay Interracial

... right for his room and close the door. Lori and I look at each other with pride. We love the sounds they make upstairs, and we love to see the change in those girls when they come downstairs after a few hours with him. It started with the cheerleaders, the trashy little cupcakes that dance on the sidelines and flash their panties at the boys they like -- once he did a few of them the girls burned op the phone wires talking about him: this boy will give you the ride of your life. This is the way it should be. These girls are his due, his right. And it isn't just them. There's a charge growing between him and Christina. His sister goes to the same school, and so she's heard what's been said about him, and I can see some of Lori's fire, her adventurousness in the flash of Christina's eyes. So many nights I lay awake, and when it's quiet I go walking in the still house. Always I stop and listen at their doors. I know it will happen, I know that one night soon I'll hear the sounds, I'll hear her muffled sobs as he slides into my daughter's pussy. Yes, I want that. I want to be there, listening when it happens, because then I'll know that I've won what I've wanted all along. My seed will fuse with his in the profane sacrament of their coupling. He will have sons as strong and as ravenous as he, and a tiny part of me will ride forever within the lustful stampede of all his sons.