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Here you go. The Scribd link to A World of Fantasies. :)  A World of Fantasies by JemGirl It has already been posted at HF and GayDemon. Now it's on Scribd and the link is here to prove it. Sometime in January I'll post this story over at WattPad. 

Hello.  👋 I just realized that I hadn't gotten around to making a book out of Summer Job when I was sorting out my stories here. You can see the link to that page in the top left hand corner with all the colorful circles. So in between doing that, and kinda writing/re-writing a story, I read over all the parts, made changes, copy and pasted to a word processor, did the formatting, tracked down a decent bit of clip art for the cover. Made a front and back cover then merged everything together. So there you go. If you can't see it, let me know. I have no issues with e-mailing you a copy if you want it. Summer Job by JemGirl on Scribd

He was bigger than the last stretcher in the set. I knew that before, and I still wanted him, but it was so much. I almost pulled away as Dad moved forward. I think he tried to move slowly, but once he had to be at least halfway in, he shoved the last of big cock in and I screamed into the room. It hurt. I knew I was crying and hated myself for it. "I'm sorry," Dad said as he kissed my lips and my face. "I'm sorry. I couldn't hold off any longer, but I can wait now," Dad told me as he continued to kiss me. The agony changed to a burn that wasn't unwelcomed. Soon our mouths were open, and we were making out as he stayed firmly embedded in my ass. I tightened my legs around his and even raised one to his waist. He used his body weight to pin me down and press even deeper. "Say my name when you are ready for me to move," he said on a quick break he took from sucking on my lower lip. I just nodded my head as I went back to kissing his m...

Thirty minutes later, as I packed my books back into my bag that had been laying on the floor, slumped against the leg of the table, Dad walked back into the kitchen. I had heard the shower about fifteen minutes earlier, and as he walked in my direction, I could now smell the soap as it drifted off of his skin. "All done?" he asked me as he watched me pack away the last book. "Yeah," I told him as I stood to take my stuff into my room. "Clean up well, and wait for me in my room," he then said. "What about dinner?" I asked him. "Afterwards," he said before he walked towards the fridge. I shouldered my bag as I watched him standing in his shorts as he opened the door. I then hurried to do what I was told. I was hungry for two things, and I didn't want to wait much longer to get either. I slid my bag across my floor before I quickly stripped down to nothing. I then grabbed my towel and hustled down the hallway to the bat...

When I was little my dad always said that I looked like mom. I would smile since I knew he loved her so he must have loved me too. I would feel happy as I ran off to play or continued to do whatever I was doing. When I was about eleven, I was still happy when he would look at me and smile as he said once again that I looked like my mom. I loved him too but I thought that one day he wouldn’t say that to me anymore. Mom and dad had started to fight and they were loud. When I was sixteen my dad was telling me that he loved me as he gave me a hug and I hugged him back feeling like something was going to happen. We started to pull away when he held the back of my head and had me look at him. He looked into my eyes and around my face. Then he said it again. “You look just like your mother.” We both smiled at each other until we heard something fall in the hallway. It was mom. She had dropped a bag of groceries. I went to help her, but she just left them there and started shoutin...