I grabbed her hand and held it, stopping her fingers from trying to unclasp my belt with my left hand. ‘I’m not here for you Liz.’ My harsh voic... stabbed at the room, filling the corners with a gruff and dry voice, not angry or vicious, but truthful. In fact I was here because I couldn’t find a window in which to detach myself from her after I helped her out of my car. I was planning on just pulling up, watch her get out and close the door, then drive off, but she did need help getting out, and. She hobbled slightly and her left knee looked bloody and streaked with mud. His right arm was over her shoulder, his left on her firm lower belly as he guided her towards a pile of recently cut logs. Clarissa grimaced painfully as she moved and for a moment, Frank was certain that she’d broken her leg. Clarissa sat heavily on one of the larger logs and pulled her dress high up on her thighs so that her father could better see her injury. Frank knelt in front of the girl placing the bag of. Gently I licked at the exposed flesh. Sally let out a little cry, and I could see her vagina pulsating as she squeezed again. I put my mouth right at the entrance, and watched another dollop of liquid emerge before it glooped onto my tongue. Oh, that unmistakable flavour of vaginal juices, but this time with an extra tang of semen. I lapped at her hole, slurping up everything that I could; she was delightfully wet. I could see the little folds of flesh around her clitoris, looking aroused. And I had put her in her crib.Suddenly, she grabbed the rug that ran beneath my feet and yanked it outfrom under me. I fell backwards onto the bed, onto something that had acrinkly feel to it. I looked around and realized I was on a changing pad.Kaylie then appeared in front of me."Dad has always told mom that you seemed strange growing up. Then, I saw youbefore you left my room. You thought I was sleeping. I saw you starelongingly at the diapers and at my closet. I even heard you say, 'I.