Gotti was the de facto leader of his former private army, although he held no illusion of controlling his adult daughter, not that he had much control...since she hit puberty, an event that seemed like it was both yesterday and a lifetime ago in his reminiscence.Gotti was thrilled with his newborn grandson, Gerardo. He was civil to the baby's father primarily because he knew Lesa would make good on her threat of bodily harm if he wasn't. The father, Jake Caulfield, was no more than a child. I said she would have to get used to the idea that Alyssa and I spent this afternoon alone, and probably would again, by ourselves and we'd had a fantastic time. Deal with it the best way she could, I said.Whatever she did, I told her - without attempting to hide my irritation - deal with it civilly or shut the hell up. I'd never spoken to her that way and it took Laura by surprise. The shock, if nothing else, kept her quiet and attentive to Alyssa for the rest of the evening.Detecting a thaw. He started up high, spurting streamers into the hollow of her neck and even splashing her once under her chin. But then he was pointing his cock lower, shooting jet after jet of cum onto her nipples, onto the upper globes of her tits, into her cleavage. The ribbons of white then ran together, pooling in a thick stream that ran down between her tits like spill-off from them."I'm gonna cover her tits! I'm gonna cover the sweet little slut's tits!" he gloated, his eyes flashing. Hot wads of slime. I knew I should run, but I couldnt. I was entranced by the animal, fascinated by him. Before I could realize what was happening, I was standing, then walking. By the time it finally dawned on me that I was approaching a deadly dragon, it was too late. He had seen me. I froze. Oddly, I wasnt afraid. Simply captivated. The dragons eyes focused on me. His irises were a vibrant shade of pink and seemed to bore into me, unearthing my every secret. He slowly approached, his razor-sharp claws clicking.