She was hot as hell. He loved her sloppy wet hole I guess. I heard that Candice had to were one of those orange jumpsuits to pick up trash along the side the road and that she had nothing on underneath it when she dropped the top half to her waist and tied the arms together. When the bar closed at two in the morning she would hand out as many tickets as she could sell. Our relationship ended soon after that because I just couldn’t go on any further, I had reached my limit of exhibitionism even though it was apparent that she hadn’t. Even the man performing the wedding got to fuck her before Dad did. Candice wanted to do it in the detention room while the staff was watching us through the two-way mirror. After that I went back home because it was around two in the morning and I was tired. My Dad apparently had a strange desire. Push it in deeper if you can. Yes, I dropped her. On Saturday at closing
