”“I am??” asked Kiyan with a surprised look on his face.“Yeah. Most of the friends I have are superstars, and they’re all older than me. You...��re my first REAL friend! I kinda like this place, there are no crazy girls shouting like, forever!”“What about guys? Some boys must be fans too.”“Nah, most boys hate me, cuz I’m popular among girls. But girls don’t interest me. You do.”“Me? Why me? I’m just a nerd.”“No, you’re not. You’re my friend. My best friend.”Kiyan layed his head on Jake’s chest,. .." and then pretended to drift off to sleep.My daughter grew still. My hands stayed on her young tits, and my semi hard cock was wedged in her panties. A part of me relished the fact that she was awake, that she silently endured her daddy's hands on her tits, his cock and cum on her ass. That's how it started.My daughter never said a word to me the next day about me cumming, or squeezing her tits. When I woke up the next morning she had gone downstairs to fix my breakfast.I came in the kitchen. I'm going to be a mother. That's theonly thing that matters."What I needed was some normalcy for a while. I just needed to get mymind off things and relax.I went into the lounge and put the TV on, slumping onto the sofa. Ienjoyed daytime TV on Fridays. That would do. I put it on my regularchannel and crossed my legs. The presenters were interviewing a man whohad climbed the Himalayas to raise money for Ethiopian children. I gotmyself comfortable but five minutes in I started to get bored. It. Again and again, globs of his semen fountained into that, hot, trembling cunt, and he ground his balls lovingly into the cleft between her cheeks, reveling in the far out sensation. She gave a tiny shriek. "Oh! You're coming in me, dear--you're flooding your mother's pussy with your little boy cum, and I love it, love it! Keep fucking me, darling--oh keep fucking me!" He laid the meat into her steadily, still hard as a rock, still eager as ever to screw this exquisite cunt, and his prick made.