The next day Uncle Pat and Aunt Barbara flew to this small town in upstate New York, that is where they found my cousin Cherry. From the very moment,...he saw her Uncle Pat said his cock jumped for joy. The mixture of an African-American father and an Italian mother prove to be a powerful combination. There was no doubt that she was as beautiful as her mother. She was just f******n years old, and she stood around five-feet-five-inches tall, she had her mom's hour-glass figure and her long smooth. Gabe watched Bailey sleeping. She looked so content and beautiful. Her chest rose and fell with each breath. He brushed her hair out of her face and she smiled in her sleep. Pulling the sheet over her, Gabe kissed Bailey on the cheek and whispered, "Good-bye, my love. Miss me."The previous two days had passed too quickly for his liking. They spent Monday at her house for Labor Day. He got to know her parents a little better and did all the proper oohing and aahing over her dad's antique Camaro,. He had never felt anything so soft in his life. Little Kathryn has never been so excited as she felt her daddy’s fingers slip between her thighs, between the folds of her young vagina, which was now becoming wet. She could feel the hardness against her bottom growing even harder and… it seemed to be getting bigger, whatever it was. She tried to lay still as her daddy’s fingers explored her wet little hole, sliding up and down her slit and against her tiny clit in little circles. He began to rub. ”“Well, I obviously can’t ask him about it. Especially not now.”“No. No you can’t. That bridge is already on fire. But even if he never figures it out, you’ll always know. You’re not a psychopath, after all. Once you stop fucking her, you’re going to feel guilty about it for the rest of your life. I hope you’re prepared for that.”“Once we stop?”“Christ, now you’re being a dumbass again. What do you think the endgame is?”“I guess I haven’t thought about it.”“No, of course you haven’t. That’s.