But recently I’ve started re-visiting that part of my life for the first time, and it’s brought back many sweet, loving, and lustful memories that...I’ll always cherish. And I think that this story is particularly worth telling because of the following: 1. The challenge of maintaining a long distance relationship, especially knowing that for years I wouldn’t be able to be with her in person. 2. The exhausting and constant fight to prevent my friends and family from learning about her criminal. Which I was, but only in Westeros. Which thought brought to mind my solution. Yes, of course! I would grab unworthy folks from Westeros and serve them up to Maryann Forrester, keep her from chasing Sam Merlotte. She would get her sacrifices, guilty men and women would pay for their crimes, Sam Merlotte would be safe, and the orgies could continue in all of their pure heathen glory.“How about ... I find some ... alternatives for you? Criminals, scum, that sort. The sort that would be no great. .. I promise."Jerry's hand reached out and rested on her hip. She had the covers on over her body. Still he felt his daughter's warmth from her body under his fingers. Feeling her father's hand upon her Sarah took one of her hands out from beneath the blanket and placed it on top of his."I know sweetheart," he answered, "You don't have to tell me. I know."The young girl let out a sigh of relief. At least it wasn't going to be too bad with her father."It... it just... you know, it just. She didn’t need to finish the sentence as I felt her back arching and body shaking from the coming orgasm. As she shuddered I pulled my fingers out, dropping my mouth down to her slit and licking her pussy. Her juice flowed out and I lapped it up eagerly. I licked it up as her quivering and breathing both slowed. As she finally relaxed and her back lowered down to the table, her death grip on my hair released as she let out a satisfied moan. After catching her breath, she looked down, still.