- Louder, I can't hear you! - It's daddy's pussy, my body belongs to daddy! - Goood, good slut, he said slapping my tits and twisting my nipples. -kis... your daddy, lick me. I was kissing my daddy, sucking his tongue and licking his neck like a crazy doing everything just to feel his cock. -Did I say you can touch it?! Do you think you deserved my cock?! I didn't so I felt another slap and spit on my face... I was so horny and wet, so desperate to get a hard fuck! He knew what I want but that. .. he is far too much like his grandfather." Helen answered with a small smile. "There is much of his father in him though, and I knew his father very well. And then there is just Martin Leonidas. There are times when I believe he has taken the best from both Resumar and his own father and blended those traits into himself. Resumar's wisdom and compassion, his strength of conviction and clarity of purpose, his father's dedication and commitment, his incredible military genius and strength of. I was feeling sorry for myself. I was looking forward to a roll in the hay with Bobby. One thing led to another, and here we are."All the while, I kept stealing glances at Cassie. I knew I shouldn't, but she wasn't trying to hide it, and I just didn't feel like looking away. She was just too pretty. She reminded me of her mother when we were that age. Same red hair, similar do's, freckles, dimples, and, it seems, nicely proportioned breasts, both topped with puffy nipples. My gaze lingered on. A week passes, yet I still live! It is a dark, cool night. I feel cramped and yearn to stretch. I move. First one arm, then the other. All the movements are accompanied by soft popping sounds. Last I open my eyes; I see!I lay in a white hospital bed, the moonlight pours through French windows placed just beyond the foot of my bed. Among the show-white sheets lie black ashes and hard, dis-colored bits of what can only be skin. I look at my legs, my hands, and my arms. Bathed in the moon’s silver.