The meal over Gethin, had her bend over the breakfast bar and receive some soothing balm for the bruises he had inflicted.They heard the car pull in n...xt door at about 12 noon, by then they were both dressed, and the washer banging away at last night`s muddy clothes. The neighbours after a quick appraisal of the damage appearing at the doorway, Olive walking perhaps a little strangely, though dismissing the limp as slipping on the mud as she got out of the car. Again, profuse thanks, and after. He was such a fucking creep. I don’t even talk to her when he’s in town now. I just tell her to call me when he leaves.”“What did he do?” she asked, wide-eyed.“Tried to get me to fool around with him,” I told her flatly. “I’m not a prude or anything, but I’d met him that day and he thought he could put his hands all over me.”“What did you do?” she asked, surprised.“I punched him out,” I said simply. “Right in the middle of the movie theater. It was in the middle of a really quiet scene and it. Katie started a fake heave. Your lying, every little girl on this planet has thought about that at least once. And a lot, especially if theyre little pervs like you. I said tickling her in the ribs. Laura, you being mean. Katie faked a pout. I whispered in her ear, I thought about my daddy, a lot, when I was younger then you are now. I whispered. Really? Katie responded. And I even tried to sneak a peak when ever he was in the shower or changing clothes. Really? Katie asked, her eyes getting. "Say something, Brody," she pleaded. "You're making me nervous here. Please, tell me you aren't freaked out by my little perversion."I didn't say anything. I just rolled over on top of her and slowly and surely showed her how much I liked her little perversion. After she had two more orgasms, I was ready to give her another load. She must have sensed it because she pulled my head down next hers so she could whisper in my ear. "Fuck me, my beautiful son. Fill my womb with your come. You just.