Yet, if an angel visited me, would I believe anything other than what the angel told me? Oh, Christine, what am I to think of all this? Angel or fathe...? Wife or phantom? Who is the woman upstairs waiting?"As he always did in times of great emotional distress, he felt a burning need to speak with his mother, the one person, until he met Christine, from whom he ever felt unconditional love and trust. His feet led him to his music room as tears blinded his eyes too thoroughly to see the way. He. I AM NO BETTER THAN THE ONE WHO BETRAYED ME!!!”So vicious has the pain returned, each thread sharp as a serpents fang; delivering burning pain and shame with what she feels is her fault again. Now her remaining foundations of emotions are shattered once and for all, set adrift and ruined. Shame upon shame she piles on herself needlessly. Only one who has been violated in the worst ways understands, and the demons she now has to face.“Everything he called me in his letter turns out to be right –. I finished that too after some time. She lifted both her armpits and checked in the mirror.“How is it son?” she asked.Me: They look so beautiful, Vallyemma. These heroines are nothing in front of you.She blushed and thanked me. My dick was throbbing and oozing precum.“Vallyemma, can I use the bathroom? I will be back in a moment.” She glanced at my tent through the corner of her eyes.She gave me a naughty smile and said, “Call me if you see that spider again. I will crush him with my hands,. I gently pushed her away and as our bodies separated I felt my penis harden more and as it stood to attention I could feel it pressing against her soft young belly. “Oh my god,” I thought “I am getting a hard on over my daughter.”She looked down at it and then back up at me and smiled at me.I turned and got into the shower, watching her finish her drying off, she looked so sweet and so innocent and so very young.She left the bathroom and I finished my shower and dried of. I was still hard, just.