"Are you sure you want to come over to our haunted house? It's not the happiest place to be." Sure. I could always use someone else's miserable existe...ce to remind me how good I have it."Allison stuck her tongue out at her. "Thanks a lot." Don't mention it," Brianna returned with a smile of innocence."Sure, come over. I'll call Mom just to make sure it's OK. You can ride home with us." Sounds good."Something behind Brianna caught Allison's attention, and her smile faltered.Brianna turned to see. The bathroom doors were wide open and could stop myself from watching Beth undress. I loved her young firm body. “Daddy, hold on a sec, I’ll be right there, I wanna help.” Beth threw on her sweats and scooted into the bathroom just as I was about to release my stream into the toilet. Softly, Beth took hold of my cock and guided my stream. What a hot sensation this was. Having my daughter hold my cock while I peed. After I finished I instructed her to shake it gently getting the remaining. I recognize these thoughts as foolish, and I brush them aside. I focus on better, positive thoughts. On healthier imaginings. The other part of me is happy you no longer suffer. I couldn’t stand to hear you talk about the pain. It made me feel helpless, the simple words I had to offer seeming insignificant and paltry. The ache is eased simply knowing your pain is forever gone. I smile thinking of you reunited with your daughter. The daughter we all wanted, who left too soon. I can see you. ” Lem nodded and Jasmine was left standing in our presence. She was dressed as before, in the ‘school’ uniform. Each of Miss Lem’s ‘students’ were dressed exactly the same, low black shoes, white knee socks, short black skirts, white short sleeved blouses with large shawl collars under which they had a sort of neckerchief loosely knotted at the front. In other words - they exactly portrayed the typical Asian school girl in every respect. She was as embarrassed and uncertain as when I.