We appeared before the judge in family court and everything went smoothly and, for the first time in my life, I then had a daughter. It would be inter...sting to see if and when she calls me Daddy. I kind of like the sound of that name: daddy. The judge called Cathy and me up before the bench. He had heard about our farmhouse rescue of those girls and wanted to shake our hands and thank us personally. I told the judge that we had only done what needed to be done. He then informed us that he had. .. Mark If you think I'm going to let you down? NO. no, what I am trying to say is ... I don't know how to put it except... I care. What is wrong? Barbara look's away and start's to cry. Mark park's the cruiser, and look's at her. What? You wouldn't understand; your a man. I know that part, but what about the rest.Barbara takes a deep breath, and faces the night sky. Remember that call to the strip joint last month? yeah. A drunk got obnoxious, and attacked one of the girl's. You. But I just stood firm and stared, forcing him to go through with it. There was a zip. Then there was a FLOP. Now I really did scream. * He walked slowly towards me, sculpted shoulders rolling in his tank-top, arrogant smirk now dominating and powerful on his face. What must have been nearly a foot of completely limp cockmeat was slapping around between his burly thighs. "I've been with teachers..." He began. "Now Timmy, hang on," I managed to stammer between droplets of drool attempting. “Are you okay Jeff? What was that?” me brother asked.“Oh yeah. I’m okay, I just stubbed my toe. How’s Maria holding up?” As my brother continued to tell me more about what had been happening with them, I slipped my hand beneath Emma’s little denim skirt and rubbed my fingertips over the crotch of her panties. While kneeling beside me, she shifted sideways on her knees until her backside was pointed more towards me. I took that as an invitation and slid a finger beneath the leg of her panties..