The hillside at the left of the lane was dotted with enormous marshmallows. At least, that’s what we called the big, round hay-bales that were each ...rapped up in white plastic. Hundreds of them were still strewn all over the field from last fall, and from a distance, they did look exactly like giant marshmallows. When we were younger, my dad had told Helen that he was a marshmallow-farmer, and at the end of each season, we picked the huge marshmallows growing in the fields and shipped them off. He seemed pretty upfront about what he was selling.After two coffees in the lounge I agreed to a drink in his room. He looked a little to prissy to be much of a physical threat, if push came to a right hook, I though.When we got to the room, before he fixed the drink, he kissed me. It was a nice white bread kiss. It was warm and promising, but no tongue. John Not Doe was a really nice guy from all indications. I wondered what his button was. The one when punched brought out Mr. Hyde. They say. As she visualized what happened, trying to rouse some ire, she was surprised to feel her pussy leaking again. Unconsciously, she reached her hand down and felt her pussy, right where Marc had been rubbing it earlier. It felt divine. Slowly, she began rubbing her clit, remembering Marc's hands on her breasts, his fingers in her pussy, and his cock in her mouth. She gave up on being angry, and began to moan loudly, rocking her hips back and forth against her hand. She was so involved in what she. He hurried into her room and sat on the side of the bed, stroking her fine hair gently."It's okay baby," he whispered, "everything is just fine now, it's all gone, Daddy's here."Harleigh sat bolt upright in bed in terror, and almost tumbled out of the far side before she realised that it was her father, and she was no longer dreaming. Her face relaxed from its terror, and she fell into her fathers arms, sobbing once again. He hugged her tightly, reaching out to snap on the bedroom light.Paul.