Chelsea smiled. “Yes it woke me up too” she said, without saying what else had happened during the night. Henry arrived for breakfast. “Hello Ch...lsea” he said cheerily “any plans for today?” “Nothing special dad” she said. She looked at her parents. Everything seemed quite normal. But Chelsea knew their secret. They were hiding it very well indeed. Chelsea even wondered if she had dreamt the whole thing. The rest of the day Chelsea spent in the garden. Every time her mind wandered she would see. Me fingering her cunt roughly, torturing her clit with my tongue, bringing her to the edge and back over and over again.Her straining against me, trying to force me to move the way she wanted, then finally succumbing to my will.The bed under her clenching ass was soaked.My face shimmered with spit and cum, jaw working, tongue darting.Shaking, she tightened her pussy, hips undulating, desperate to find the rhythm that would take her over the edge.But I wouldn’t let her.Every time I felt the. The thought of her made me want to die, disappear, never be found. I never wanted her to find me like that, opening my bedroom door and smell my horrendous odor and find me lying on the ground in my own blood. She was the reason I held off so long on trying harder for help. I knew she cared most about me; she was the one knocking at the door, calling me. She would be the one to see me at my worst. I would rather her never seen me again then to have seen me like that. I was selfish though. I. Sexually insatiable is more like it. We fucked almost every day, sometimes multiple times to make up for days we had to skip. There were even times she kept my dick hard for so long it would ache and I just couldn't go anymore. Those times she’d have me fuck her with a dildo.Don’t get me wrong, it was definitely fun. I even remember one time we broke into the school’s chapel and I fucked her while she was bent over the altar. Her idea, of course, but the thrill was insanely hot. My hands.