My old man says he won’t lick my nappy pussy. He won’t sniff it. He won’t stroke it. He won’t touch it. He says he can’t even stand to look at it. He just wants to put it out of his misery. He tried to shoot it, but I moved it as quickly as I could. So he missed. Then he tried to stomp on it. Again I was too fast for him. All of a sudden there was a pungent oder. He threw a cup of gasoline at it while striking a match. I covered my pussy with a wet wash cloth just as the match fell on to it. “That is just wrong.” I said. I went back to watching my soaps thinking he had gotten it out of his system. Suddenly, there was fog descending toward my pussy. I could see the roaches start to go belly up. He was spraying Raid at my poor used up pussy. I fashioned a gas mask out of a Dixie cup and placed it on my pussy and evacuated it to the driveway. Now its’ hair is falling out. I bet he’ll touch it then. I know how much he likes a bald pussy. For some odd reason, he still thinks the small worthless demonic beast needed to be destroyed.