"Sit up, over Daddy's cock," he says, and I do, his cock pointing upwards towards my kitty. He puts his hands on my waist, helping me stay up."Deep br...aths, baby," Daddy whispers, and slowly pushes the head of his throbbing manhood into my little virgin hole."Ow! Daddy!" I cry out, a couple of my tears spilling over my cheeks. Daddy looks disappointed."We can stop if you want to," he says sadly, looking at me. I shake my head and take a deep breath, then proceed to drop all the way down on. She laughed,shrilly. My laugh. I took a few steps backward until I was in thedoorway to our bedroom.She glanced at me and winked. "Why don't you mind your own business,four eyes," she snapped, loud enough so that Max could hear on thephone, "go on! I'm trying to talk to my boyfriend." To him she said,"Sorry about that. Fat Turnip's moping about staring at me and tryingto listen in on our conversation and pretend she has a love life."I stepped backward and stood with the bedroom door half. On one hand, I could appreciate the beauty of the two bodies, flexing in tandem, the contrast of dark and pale, lean and curvy, and it made my mouth go dry to watch them.On the other, I wanted nothing more than to rip my lover out of that scheming pirate's arms and really show him what sex could be like. Not that I hadn't shown him before, of course, several times in fact, but I felt an unwelcome, uncomfortable sense of possession I'd never experienced before as I heard him groan and Isabela. I kept reminding myself that he wasn't a twelve-year-old boy any longer. He was very close to the same age as Cadence and treated her like royalty. That proved to be a source of conflict for Legs and Cadence as well. Legs was only four or five years older and I had a feeling her relationship with Saul was not strictly parental in nature. At the same time, I had twelve-year-old twin girls who hung on me constantly. For them, it was truly a case of Hero worship. Their voices had only grown more.