Does that mean that you're going to Hell, Daddy?" Danielle wondered."No, kiddo, I'm not going to Hell. Can you keep a secret, baby?" I asked her."Sure... Daddy," Danielle answered."Hell is ... like Hansel and Gretel. Jack and the Beanstalk. Santa Claus. The Easter Bunny. It's a fairy tale, but meant to scare people into being good. Hell isn't real, baby," I explained."Oh, okay. There is no Hell. I'll keep that a secret for sure. Don't want the mean girls at school to know that yet," Danielle. "Chair or couch?"Looking at the couch I knew that I'd choose the chair. The couch looked too inviting for 'other' things to happen and I wasn't so sure I wanted to go there."Chair." Figured that. What? Does the couch look too comfortable? Like maybe you'd be afraid I'd get you in a position you couldn't recover from too easily?"I collapsed onto the chair, vaguely relieved that it was a chair, and a not too comfortable one at that. Nothing much could happen there. At least those were my thoughts. Large candles, matches, bottled water and snacks were only a few of the items that I hadbrought to occupy my time until the night passed. Heaving a thick paperback novel onto themantle sent a flurry of dust and soot into the air and dancing into the stream of light from theflashlight. Coughing and backing away from the mini-dust cloud that filled the air, I aimed myflashlight around the room and saw what appeared to be a sofa covered by an old dusty paintcloth.Heading to the spot, I clutched. I watched as two fingers went deep into her open cunt and as she squirmed, her sex to take more of the pleasure Ellen rammed two wetted fingers up her tight bum. Carol squealed with delight and immediately stood up straight. This was exactly what Ellen wanted as she hauled her off the ground and hung her by her holes. I could imagine just how much her cunt and bum were being stretched as she clung on to Ellen’s neck to avoid falling.Ellen brought her over to me and let me watch as she was.