"Trisha looked up as they approached the courtroom to see a large group of people milling around in the hallway. Immediately, she felt tears well in h...r eyes. From within the group, Mark emerged and strode quickly to her."I'm Mark Babcock." While Mark introduced himself to her attorney, he did not take his eyes off of Trisha."What are you doing here?" Trisha questioned, wanting to be angry and yet wanting him to hold her tight."I've been a jerk and I want to apologize," Mark began. "I told. " He had a huge grin on his face as I dropped to my knees and took his dick in my hand. I smiled up at him and said, "Your dick is bigger than I remember it being" and then I started licking the head in small circles at first and slowly getting bigger as I went around and around until I took the whole head into my mouth and started sucking softly. I could hear his soft moans and that told me that liked what I was doing and wanted more. I stopped sucking but still had the head of his dick inside. As the sloppy sounds of me fucking became louder so did my sister’s moans. Finally after minutes of fucking Donna and watching my sister get fucked by the toy she leaned forward and kissed me.”Fuck me now”she said but stayed positioned over Donna’s face . Donna seemed to smile and let the toy drop from my sister's tight hole when I straddled her head. But before slipping into my sister I let Donna get a few sucks and tastes of her own juices. She licked her cum from my shaft then took my balls. ‘Elizabeth. What about Elizabeth?’ My first real emotion hit me then at full force. Fear. Fear for my sweetheart, my angel, my whole life. ‘She is fine. She came out of the thing without a scratch, you saved her, your body took all the impact and you saved her.’ Relief flows through me as does the realisation I am dead, never able to touch my daughter again. I feel… well I don’t feel anything really. ‘Don’t worry, that’s just death.’ Peter said. ‘All earthly emotion is usually eliminated.’.