I lean back in my chair rubbing my crotch feeling it stir as I watch my little girl fuck herself. Soon it's over and I hear her calling out to me, “...h daddy fuck me!” after the last few days I'm not too surprised hearing her say that. I resist the urge to stroke myself and by the time she is finished it's 6AM so I decide to start breakfast get my mind off of the erotic and shameful thoughts I'm having about my daughter.As 7:15 rolls around I hear Lori coming down the stairs in her uniform and. “Because of that, I’m always finding excuses to work from home.” He continued, “Please, take a seat at the table so we can talk without getting distracted by that amazing view.”She took a seat at the table, and Jake sat opposite her. There was a laptop and a manila folder in front of him. He opened the folder, and there was a small stack of papers inside, with her resume on top. As he picked up the resume, he could hear her breath quicken. He looked into her face and he could see that her. Everything was still and light was all around me. I remembered hearing tell of the tunnels of white light, the feeling of euphoria often reported by people near death. I had always though of it as the brain dying, its last ditch effort to live as its body gave out. The white light tunnel, the visual cortex failing.I had to say floating in this pure light was pretty boring. I couldn't feel my body, nor move. If this was the afterlife I would go mad pretty soon. Maybe it was one of those lucid. Yes towards me and there was this girl whose back was toward me. It was slightly comfortable to be honest because she was wearing a thin cotton skirt that did not even reach her ample legs and she was least bothered about the fact that as she laughed to the jokes of the guys, she got occasionally stepped back and got too close to me, too close in fact to the extent that her ass touched my front. We were of the same height and I was continuously looking at her shiny legs, her too perfect calves,.