Of course, it shouldn't be forgotten that Sophia was still only 9, goingon 10, and so, without development as yet of a filter in her thoughts andspeec..., was only too happy to inform the other girls that I, Jessie,their 18 year old supervisor, wore knickers under his jeans. She asked,on the very first morning, while Lexie stood next to her and giggled inamazement, whether I was wearing Amelia's knickers right then, and seemeddisappointed when she found out I wasn't. This was made worse by. This was almost like an old fashioned ballroom scene where one dancer was replaced by another to seek the favours of the belle of the ball. After a short while, the second cock was withdrawn and replaced by a third and so on. It was not long before a thin stream of mucous hung from this well used cunt and swung lightly back and forth with the movements of the thrusting cocks.Whilst this had been taking place, daddy had positioned himself behind Chantelle and eased his cock into her tight anus. His prick slid under her pussy like a banister."No Dad, stop it."She held her father's hand's down as he pulled up her tank top. The fabric made a ripping sound when he tore the shirt off her body. There was another rip when he yanked off her panty."Dad, what's come over you?"His fingers explored the folds of her pussy. He kissed her and pressed his finger into her cunt hole. Her will weakened. Their tongues once again entwined. She opened herself to the fingering. Her hand wrapped around his. It seemed bigger than previously. She reached out to pull his shift down, and her hand just brushed against the plump flesh. She blushed, and fussed over his bedclothes to distract herself.“Now you must lie still,” she said with a frown. “I will be back later to wrap your hands again before bed.”~~~~~~That evening, after Vespers, Abigail returned to the infirmary. Peter seemed pleased to see her, and a day in the air appeared to have helped to dry out the worst of the suppurations on his hands..