“Alright,” I agreed, “just on the lips, so you can get an idea.”“Oh thanks!” and she leaped on me. From the side, but it was enough to top...le me over onto the sofa arm, that I hadn’t been right next to so I ended up with just my head on it. She’s not heavy but she is quite strong. In a moment she was more on top of me than next to me, her hands were on the sides of my head, round my ears, and her lips were on mine.“MMMMmmmm,” she pressed her lips onto mine. I made myself not do anything while. "Time to go in for the kill, Bob thought. "Would you do it for Daddy?"Missy whipped her head around to look at him. "Daddy, that would be wrong, wouldn't it?"Bob grinned. "Not if nobody but us knows, honey. Daddy would really like it. Don't you want to make Daddy feel good?"Missy bit her bottom lip and thought. She loved her daddy more than anybody in the world and wanted to do everything for him.She nodded. "Okay, Daddy. If it would make you feel good, I'll do it."Bob reached down and undid. He leveled his pig spear, but there was nothing to brace it against, and he was knocked on his back and pushed through the mud, the spear managing to find the chest of the stout boar behind its lowered head, nose nearly touching the ground, and wide arced tusks, but only entering the muscular chest a few inches.He maintained his grasp on the spear with both hands, and luckily the butt of the spear hit a tree before his head did, after he had been pushed through whipping brush and branches for. Reporter: Do you have any regrets about what you did with your dad?Girl: Of course. I regret that we got caught and he went to jail. Reporter: How about you personally? Any mental issues over what happened?Girl: Not really. After dad was convicted the court and my mom sent me through a whole series of visits with doctors, psychiatrists, psychologists, and mental health workers. Fortunately they pretty much all gave me a clean bill of health. Several of them blamed the fact that the family was.