Sarah chastised John for his insensitivity with respect to all she does around the house. “I cook, I clean and I do your stinky dirty laundry. I was on your side when Mom was fucking my soccer coach, and I was up all night answering those stupid 500 e-mails for you, so you could get some sleep. You don’t appreciate me Daddy!” she shouted, and in a huff she ran upstairs to her room and slammed the door behind her. A muffled, “I hate you, I hate you,” made its way through the hinges.
John put his hand on the knob but before opening the door to her bedroom he cooed sweetly, “Sarah, Honey, Sugar Plum, may I come in?” “Go away Daddy, I never want to see you again!” shouted Sarah, holding back tears. John entered Sarah’s room and finds her lying face down on her bed. She is listening to her music which is so loud he can hear it coming from her ear buds. She is shaking her right foot so John knows she’s upset and pouting. Her *Anna*, *Princess* *of Arendelle*, night gown is pulled up above her tush and her little mermaid cotton panties are in the cleft of her butt such that one ass check is exposed. John sits in the chair next to her bed and asks, “You’re not talking to me? Ever again?” Sarah turns her head away and looks out of her bed room window and futzes with her phone. She is texting her friend about the upcoming senior prom. John puts his hand on her thigh, and caresses her tender pouch from behind. Sarah turns her head even more—a feat only a stubborn yet willful teen could perform. Her vagina is producing copious amounts of lubrication. She opens her legs just enough to let john slip another finger in from behind.
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