Love me, Daddy. Willowbud’s whisper cut through the noise, Love me like you used to. Night Eyes spoke the next words, I don’t remember Daddy ever loving me like this. Of course, we’ve both changed so much, haven’t we, Daddy? I tried pussy so hard to follow your rules, Willowbud sounded ashamed, but I couldn’t stand the pain. I’m sorry, Daddy. Night Eyes sardonically chuckled the words now, I’m sorry, but I’m just not your little girl anymore. If you knew about the things I’d done, you’d never speak to me again. Willowbud’s voice came now, desperate, tortured, But I won’t let you find out about me! I won’t let you see what I’ve become! You can’t stay with me, but I can’t let you leave knowing what I am! Why did you have to keep looking for me? Why couldn’t you have just given up like everyone else?! I’M DEAD, DADDY! I’VE ROTTED TO NOTHING! I came with a back-wrenching scream, and I felt the stone, the earth, the bedrock hundreds of feet below me. They solidified in my mind, a picture of shaved granite and shale, connected blowjob to me like my veins, at the mercy of my heart. Warmth shot into me, hot seed seeping into my pummeled insides. Wetness sprayed over me, hot, red, smelling of iron. The bodies dropped; holes in their heads, looks of ecstasy frozen across their dead faces. I looked at them dumbly from pierced clear eyes… Willowbud’s eyes… my eyes. It wasn’t me that killed your father. Corruption spoke into my ear, expelled from my mind, holding onto our meld by a fraying thread, It was you, Willowbud. You didn’t want him to see what we’d made of you, so you killed him. I was blameless. I only wanted to take the pain away, but you wanted so much to feel it. “I feel it.” I hissed, staring at the corpses I’d made, the fathers I’d stolen. Oh, did blonde I feel it. A weight sinking into the pit of me, dragging all the joy, hope and light into its depths. Guilt. I felt something else as well, something hot, scalding, excruciating. I turned to see Sister Julia outstretched hand, a plasmatic orb of white shining like the sun from its center. Behind her, Astrid swung her sword blindly at walls and columns, vainly trying to save me through unseeing eyes. As I sniffed and licked at the pussy juice on her panties, she shaved went to the kitchen, stepped up on a chair, and lay back on the table, saying, "You get to eat off the table." "Yes Master." The more you blowjob struggle, the more we hurt you. “As long as you’re my girl, it’s fine.” "You get many replies to your ad?" “My family vault is unattended overnight” she said, pussy handing him the key. Well, I say wearing her skirt; it was up round her waist. Too late. She felt it pierced slowly meandering, making sure to grope every inch of her smooth, bare legs until it reached her hips, where it turned northward, gently brushing her pussy lips as it passed, which sent shivers of pleasure up her spine. Stars exploded in my vision, a concussive bell ran in my skull, and I twisted in the air. "Her" top was a t-top cut just below the titties, and "she" had a slave bandana tied Tupac style on hershaved head. "Come over here to the table and meet your big sister." I’m taking what’s mine. Sighing she felt so alone, there was almost never a time they weren't together. We drove back to mom’s house in silence. I replied. I waited until I felt the tilt of her uterus as I had read online. The weekend was quite uneventful and consisted of the usual running round and jobs around the house. “Good,” said Brie. I knew he was an asshole and that his family had a reputation of infidelity. Speaking of which," he added with a devious smile pressing the button upon his watch. I blonde kissed Dana deeply before moving up to kiss my mother.