She was cute.“You want me to be that little girl for the rest of my life, Father. Just admit it.” She was yelling. “You want me to hold your han... when I cross the street! You won’t let me climb a tree, because I might scrape my knee. You want to stifle me forever!““No I don’t,” I said, trying to calm her down. “I’m your dad. I have to worry about you. It’s my job.”“It’s not your job to worry about me,” she argued, still scowling. “It’s your job to love me ... and support me ... and help me be. The elevator ride was long and quiet save for the tinkling of inoffensive lounge music. Father Augustine trembled with ecstatic energy. The feminine voice crooned while her presence slid through him. He was possessed. The Holy Ghost had fallen upon him like the saints of old, choosing him for a divine mission. His eyes slid down, staring at the asses of his whores. His rewards for service were a delight to his eyes. His cock stiffened, anticipating one of his sweet whores' holes. Britney's. "Need a hit first."I got up and blocked her. "Nope...talk first." Then as her skin turned red and her horns came out, I realized that I may have made a tactical error. She looked into my eyes, her own blazing a terrible light. I gulped but held my ground.After a few nerve-wracking seconds, she turned and sat down in my spot. She crossed her arms, waiting, her tail twitching like a cat. Cat...I was reminded of Selena, er, Princess, a cat in heat that had been transformed by the witch Kate into a. “But there is just something about you that attracts me to you.”“Maybe it’s my age,” she suggests, “the forbidden fruit and all.”“Maybe,” he shrugs. “You are toxic and why this has to be our last time together.”“Then I guess now is as good as any for me to get dressed and get to school,” the teenager says. “I don’t want to be late.”“Oh, you won’t be late,” the man says grinning mischievously. “I’ll get you there on time.”After their last romp, they shower and dress. The house is nice and cool.