And now this little confession. Angel honey, are you gay? Do you like girls? It's okay if you do, no one will judge you."Angel sighed and leaned in to...her father, brown eyes wide. "No Daddy, I'm not gay – and I don't like girls – well, I do , for fun at times – but I mean, they're only a diversion." So – the question becomes, why aren't you dating more actively?"The question hung in the air for a minute before Angel answered. "Daddy, I think maybe you know the answer to that question."He looked. With her girl-cock.I glanced down at my fiery bush. My clit, hidden by my curls, throbbed. Ached. All I had to do was inject myself, and I could join the fun. Molest my daughter, too. Anabella’s cute, petite body filled my mind. Her slender figure. Her modest breasts. She bounced between childish joy and womanly desires, hovering on that line. Christine, her older sister, was far over it.After today, Anabella would be, too.If I just sat here and did nothing, that was wrong. So I should just. ”“Now.”She released the preservation spells on Bezedil and the robes, and Mark cast his spell, spending so much power that he shone bright enough to hurt the eyes of the closest observers, lighting up the night all around. His illumination made it easy to see the dust-like motes that rushed into the fallen elf’s still form, most of it coming from the ground and the robe beside the coffin, and barely visible bits from the air all around, with slightly more of those coming from the direction of. She watched me for a bit and then she said:"You haven't asked me to the prom." So?" Aren't you going to ask me?" Why should I? Maybe I don't want to hear you say no because you are going with Tim or Phil or Harry or whoever." You know better than that Frank. You know that I'd never do the important stuff with anyone else." No I don't know that Regina and don't give me any of that "You are my best boyfriend" crap. If that was true you would have fit me in somewhere. A date with Tim, a couple.