I stood looking at her for a moment, and once again my head said don't do it, but my cock said come on you old fool you'll only get this kind of thing...once! And quickly I moved around the car until I was at the front, standing facing her between her open naked legs, and leaning onto my car, I placed my face between her thighs and began licking that sweet wet pussy."Oh yes daddy! eat my pussy! eat my sweet wet pussy! taste my hot juices just for you!" she groaned as I lapped at her little pussy. Her breasts were even bigger out of that bra and her nipples and areolas were much darker than I had expected…almost black…or rather a rich chocolate brown. Finally she hooked her thumbs in the side waistband of her panties and slowly lowered them down her hips in slow motion. She was better than a stripper that I had seen in a movie. When she turned around I could see her dark brown asshole winking at me. Her moist slit was right below it. Then she stood up and turned to face me. Stella did. Oh shit! What an erotic fantasy, what a lascivious image. It was as if her letter was written directly to me. Not to that asshole LilGirlsDaddy. But directly to me. She knew I would read it. I'm her Most Beloved Wicked Daddy. She wants ME to come to her. She needs ME so bad. She wants MY cock inside her. Like really. Like for real. Emmie... Emmie... my precious daughter...Oh my god, my penis was so hard, I couldn't stand it. But I had to. We had to go to church. Maybe my salvation was there. It. Furthermore, I had to stop driving if I was going to be in charge of us fighting off Indians. That was just too much to think about at one time. The Indians were just too good as cavalry to make the same mistake twice. I wanted to ride one of the spare mules so that I could move around to help where it was needed and to direct actions where that was needed. Nina and I needed to talk about this as soon as possible—probably tonight after supper.The Indians’ horses were worth keeping, but nothing.