I even blamed his interest on myself, searching for something I may have done to inappropriately make my own child think of his mom as a sexual entity...Then came the small, seemingly, innocent touches that he instigated. Knowing where they originated, I was shocked but did nothing to hinder my child. Small things like a hand casually holding my nylon covered knee in the car, to his accidentally rubbing up against my fleshy bottom. The truth was, my life up to this time did not prepare me for the. Then, heart pounding like a drum, Sally reached across the stream feeling the water threaten her feet in warm, gushing swirl. In horror, she looked back from safety to see the stream a raging tide torrent where only seconds before it had been like a mild pond.She held her breath, her worst fears suddenly confirmed, there was no sound of voices around. They had to be there somewhere! They had to! Panicked and alone, Sally hissed damning phrases at her unseen father and trying to stop the sudden. ''Is it really going to be that...', my open hand slap cut her off.'I believe we covered this. I'll let you know when I want to hear you. Now turn.'I moved the camera slowly, and caught every inch of her on film. There were tears in her eyes when I spread the lips of her cunt to show the bit of moisture all this exposure had caused, but she didn't resist or question anything further.'Go to the shower and get on your knees. I'll be in shortly.'There was a moment where I saw her start to ask a. I spend the rest of the day on the sofa doing some reading ahead of my(delayed) final year of university, and briefly take a call from Joshuaabout his latest brainwave, a spin-off of the Angels centred around theflight attendants of a regional airline. All the while, I giggle as Iwatch Charlotte fuss over her infant son, even smiling as she changes hisnappy- something that would have made Charlotte retch a few months ago.The sight of Charlotte fussing over the most important man in her.