Henry came knocking at my door. "Can I help you?" I asked. "I hope so. Our computer crashed and is totally useless. My son, Ben, needs to finish his f...nals paper or he will fail his class. May we borrow your computer?" I knew Ben well. He was our 16 year old neighbor. Ben was 6 foot tall and a typical lazy teenager. He was failing nearly all of his classes and didn’t care. He was not one of my wife’s students but all the teachers knew of his reputation. He thought his height, curly blonde hair. I wanted to know what was happening to me. Daddy sang me a song, he was holding the bottle and feeding me my milk while slowly rocking me back and forth at the same time. ‘Hush little baby don’t say a word, daddy’s going to buy you a mocking bird.’ It was quite nice actually. I felt the tension slip away from my body. I was calm and relaxed and at peace. I didn’t know whether that was from some sort of medicine, or whether it was daddy’s singing, or his warm tight embrace. His bare skin. Just the way she would again have Mark Blakely... but there was no time to think about that now... !Annie Purcell hadn't stood there long, in fact, she'd just arrived on the scene after ditching stupid classes for the remainder of the morning, a touch of uncaring laziness inspiring her. However, her idolence quickly passed when she climbed the stairs toward the bedroom she'd incestuously come to share with her Uncle Link and heard the telltale sounds of wild, untamed fucking pouring through the. “I mean, there is something about me that she was fascinated about and” and he used quotation marks as he said “she had to see it for herself, first off.” “What daddy what?” asked Gracie in a serious tone of voice. She was as naïve as they came or so it appeared and had no idea. “Tell me daddy” she went on to demand, almost. “Okay, but just this once. Please do not overreact, alright?” he said. She agreed and he stood up and she watched but was surprised as he undid his slacks. She asked him.