But you’re hung up about it. You’re hung up about sex and all the things that have happened because of sex. You feel guilty. That’s what’s bug...ing you about Kara. That you’ll feel guilty even if she walks up to you and demands you screw her silly.”“She’s not going to do that.”“Yes, she is, and you know it! And it’s tearing you up. When she comes up to you on December 1st and says that she wants that kiss, what she’ll really be saying is ‘I want you to fuck me silly!’. You know it. She knows it.. There was a role reversal going on here. I was her Daddy, her hero, the man who made the monsters go away, the one that could do anything she needed done. But not this time. It was her turn to take care of me, protect me. I didn't understand it, but I knew it to be true. All I had to do was just stand there, not move, and watch my little girl take care of me, save me. In that instant, I knew she was a killer, maybe the deadliest killer ever known. But I wasn't concerned. I knew she was my. The family was crushed and so were we. My mom and I started spending more time next door with their family. Kelly really enjoyed the company that my mom provided and I didn’t mind hanging out with the boys. They were all foul mouthed kids that came from New York and were definitely a handful so Kelly appreciated me entertaining the younger boys for a couple hours while she relaxed with a glass or five of wine. Jon loved it because his little brothers would leave him alone while I was there.. She ran her hand from its place on my chest down my stomach to my inner thigh, and that had roused me first. With a smile she took her hand and began by caressing me, she gently kneaded me until I was erect in her hand, the entire time reminding herself of the night before and how it had felt inside of her. Her hand started slowly as it worked it’s way up and down the shaft of my penis, and as she began to quicken her pace her hips to began to reflect the rhythm of her undulating gesture. She.