Her sparkling complexion was a mixture of Passion’s shade and mine, giving her an olive tone, and it layered over a slender, but nubile body of graceful beauty. Her breasts were petite but well-formed, her backside was cute and supple, her legs were thin fingering but toned, and between her thighs, dangled the same deformity as her mother’s… or father’s, I guessed. “Mother made me leave the womb once you started burning stuff,” my daughter said, looking around with wide eyes, “she said you were going to kill her.” I swallowed, unable to even say ‘I’m sorry,’ unable to make any sound at all. I just sat on my knees before the girl I had fathered, before the girl I’d tried to kill just a minute ago, before the girl whose mother I’d just murdered. She did not seem to be mad at me; she didn’t even seem to be sad. She just looked around at the black silhouettes of the Great Maples, her mouth hanging open. “Is the world always this dark?” she asked, “Mother told me there was supposed to be something called ‘the sun’ and it- there it is!” she exclaimed excitedly, pointing toward the sky, “It’s not yellow like she said, and it’s not exactly a circle, more like a crescent, but-” “That’s the moon,” I said quietly, “the sun comes out during the day.” “The moon!” my daughter said with hushed awe, “So, this is night, huh? Where are all the green lights?” “Your mother made the lights,” I whispered, my voice shaking, “and I killed her.” “That you did,” she said, looking at the ashes, “and you did quite a good job of lick it.” “I’m sorry,” I barely spoke, breathing ragged with eminent babe weeping, “I’m so, so sorry.” “Mother told me you would be really sad,” my daughter said as she walked toward me, “she said not to blame you for killing her, she said it was her own fault.” “No,” I replied softly, turning my hand over in the ashes, brunette “I chose to do this. I wanted to do this. I’m evil.” “You’re not evil!” my daughter laughed, sitting cross-legged across from me, “You’re my dad, and since I’m not evil, that means you can’t be either! Everyone knows evil is hereditary.” “Everyone knows that, huh?” I said numbly, lesbian “Who’s everyone?” “Um…” my daughter said, eyes wide, looking bewildered, “I think I just made that up. What is that called, when you say something that’s not true?” “A lie.” I replied, undoubtedly looking as bewildered as my daughter. “A lie!” she exclaimed proudly, “I just told a lie! Maybe I am evil!” “Passion taught you the word ‘hereditary,’ but she didn’t teach you about lying?” I asked. “Don’t be too hard on her,” my daughter insisted in almost a scolding tone, “she only had about thirty seconds to teach me language, motor skills, concepts of life and death, math, physics, biology, and history before you blew her up.” “Oh.” I replied, dropping my head, my emotions a dumbing mixture of confusion, grief and shame. I'd been on duty, riding my Segway around the small lake near downtown Dallas that was very popular with the locals, especially on warm weekends. For a moment, Erin's eyes blazed with the same green fire as lesbian the other infected girls. "Don't blame yourself, I should have kept my mouth shut," Ronja said. ‘How could you…’ she choked brunette on her words, ‘...my own...mother?’ Hermione felt stung, remembering Michael had called her that as well. She feels more at the middle of her thighs, calves and her ankles. Follow me” Both met in the middle of the mat bowing to each other. It was an arousal like he had never babe experienced before and lick he knew he wanted more. Sheppy begins walking fingering back and forth on the bed. “Grind that twat on Ms. President's mouth!”
“She is fine,” said David. fingering “Jane sometimes passes out after a big one.” “You kids watch out for her, you hear?” said Dottie. “You have to be ready brunette to catch her sometimes, or at least make sure she fucks on top of something soft, OK?” “It’s one of our burdens,” said David, shaking his head, feeling weighed down with the lick responsibility of having a sex-crazed teenage slut in the family. Jack pulled his cock from Jane’s ass. Bill pulled his cock from his mother’s mouth and the girls pulled the slick vibrators from their tired pussies. “You kids babe go get a wet rag and clean up now, I’ll stay here with Jane for a bit,” said their father. The kids began to clean up the living room, with Jack and Bill wiping up any spills, and Tracy washing and putting away the vibrators and lube. “They are good kids,” Dottie said to her husband, proud of her children for helping out so enthusiastically, without complaining. “Yeah, I know,” he said. “That’s cause we raised them right.” She looked at him holding his little girl gently, rubbing her back and naked ass with love. “You are a good father too,” she said, feeling so proud of her husband. Jane finally awoke, still lying on her dad with his softening cock inside of her. She looked around and saw the near empty room. “I passed out again, didn’t I?” “Yes, you did,” said David. “It was a BIG one,” said Jane. “Yep,” said David. “I felt it…,” he said, then added, “Why don’t you go and have a bath? That always makes you feel better after a big one.” “OK,” she said, getting up. “And daddy?” she asked, “Can I maybe go take a walk after a while?” Jane wasn’t too bright, but lesbian she knew the right time to ask her daddy for something. “Now Jane, you remember what happened the last time…” “Is the town having another parade today?” she asked excitedly. She had so much fun being in the parade. She was still not sure what everyone got so mad about. Some old, dried up bitties, anyway… I fired it up and we lay in a languid stupor, toking our way to another great high. “How do you know that?” Book One: Naughty Fantasies Created “You’re thinking about it, aren’t you?” He had a muscular fingering body, his blond hair disheveled. It was brunette incredible. Her blouse had several faint stains near the top that were certainly from my splooge. You all lesbian left in such a hurry that night.” Mike asks. She then held my neck with one hand and asked me to raise babe my legs. I'm not one of those men that think that women fall at their feet lick just for their dick size.<
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