I had been in bed for about an hour with just a thin sheet on as my mind slowly started ease up and I felt my eyelids getting heavier. Then I heard my...doorknob turn.Slowly my door opened and a figure entered. I could see clearly it was Janelle in the dim light of my room. She walked in wearing a long T-shirt that she normally wore to sleep in when she stayed over. ‘You awake?’ she asked softly.‘Yeah.’ I replied.Janelle slowly walked over and sat down on my bed.She sat. I'm not sure if she's awake or not, but I think she was awake...just playing the part of being asleep. Anyways the little girl is laying on my bed wearing a tank top and some "booty shorts". I cover us both and lay next to her. At this point I'm kinda turned on...it really doesn't have anything to do with her age. It's more about the situation and how unexpectedly everything has developed. Either way...my dick is at full throttle and for relief I decide to stroke myself using my left hand. When. ‘Yes, Cole, yes, use me, rub that huge cock all over me.’ Cole shuddered at her words and the motions of her hips, the heat coiling in his belly sinking lower. He felt his balls beginning to tighten and knew he was close. ‘M’sorry, Sophie, love, wait, have to…’ ‘No,’ she whimpered, ‘Please Cole, no more waiting, not now, please, I’ve waited long enough!’ He knew that she was nearly irrational with need and hadn’t meant to wound him with that dying echo of their shared sorrow but nevertheless,. In that moment of despair, I had forgotten about the women I loved and the children who needed me. Whichever of the plethora of excuses they chose, an evil, dark part of me could not help but think it actually did increase our chances of not starving and that thought made me cry even harder.The next few days were by far the hardest of my life. We worked our asses off converting the town hall/community center into a survival shelter. Everyone was emotionally devastated and several of them were.