Days passed and we became closer. We started conversations on phone. We also used to chat via Skype. I introduced her to my wife; she and my wife beca...e closer too. She started coming to our house, had food and had fun with my baby also. One fine day, she revealed me the truth of her love, why it failed and so on. I felt sad for her. She was in tears. I tried talking to the guy and also tried to reunite them, but it did not work out. She still loved him. Days passed on, we became close. Later. I would catch the predator before he or she struck again. That was my vow. When night fell, I began strolling the campus. I was the only one. Arnold watched me from afar. He was my backup plan in case things got hairy. I walked to the field house, where most of the assaults had taken place. I sat on a bench, chatting idly on my cell phone like the ditzy blonde I was pretending to be. And surely enough, the predator came to me. I felt someone grab me from behind. Whoever it was, they were. Vikki remained kneeling next to her father; she could feel his warm cum running over her thighs, between her legs, dripping onto her calves before pooling onto the bed spread. They were both panting yet neither looked at each other in the eye. The silence seemed to last an age before it was broken by Will. “We should get cleaned up.” He got up and grabbed a couple of towels from the cupboard and handed one to Vikki. As she wiped herself down Vikki couldn’t help but notice how long her father’s. She started crying and now begging me to hurt her. “Hurt me… I’m bad… don’t stop.”“Use your fucking manners!”“Please hurt me. Please don’t stop.”“I’ll stop when I decide. My hand’s sore.” My hand was beginning to sting and as she started to relax her bung hole I looked at it and jambed my finger deep inside her. What an odd noise she made.“Please Will. Oh fuck. What are you doing to me?”I could now feel that the front of my pants was pretty much soaking. Maggie was squirter. I shoved the thumb.