Suddenly his fingers brushed against my stomach and I gasped realizing I wanted more, allowing myself to accept that this scenario was really turning ...e on.As I felt my wetness grow his fingers slowly traveled up from my navel to the point between my breasts. I tried to move so he would touch my nipple but immediately he withdrew his hand. I moaned and lay silent waiting impatiently for the return of his touch. Eventually once I was still and silent again I felt his fingertips slowly circling. Dried blood cakeshis lips from where I'd earlier struck him with a shovel. "You stand accused of first degree murder and rape of a minor. How doyou plead?" My voice is clear and full of authority superseding mybody's years.Still dazed the man looks up at me. With my sweet freckled face,shoulder length red hair, and nimble body which weighed not much overninety pounds, no one would ever believe that I'd beaten and hog-tiedthe man who would have dominated me in just about every way if we'd. My mother is something of an anomaly. She is the sole heir to a wealthy military family, but she consented to a poor mechanic. She genuinely loves my father and is often referred to as "Painslut Haidrien", since more often than not, any time my father touches her she cums, even during punishments."OOOOhhhhhh is this her?", my mother squeals in delight. She leaves my father's arms and hugs my woman. "Welcome to the family" she cooes as she kiss the nervous girl on the mouth."Mom, please, she. She didn't even tell me not to do it; she just warned about taking care not to get in the family way while unmarried and to always pay attention to sanitation and good hygiene. Her final word on the subject, while its import did not register at the time she said it, was the thing that now gives me suspicion about my Papa's lascivious designs on my person had he lived to see me grow up. She said, and I remember her exact words clearly, "If your dear Papa would have lived, you would have received.