"Bill sighed, "I really did try. I had even promised her that I would be there. When I saw that face and heard those words I felt guilty for causing m... little girl pain. How could I have done that to my own daughter?"Cindy, Bills wife name, went over to him. She set next to him and placed her arms over his. "Listen I know you tried. It's just that to a little girl her father's and mother's support is a must. Not only that I need you there."She then leaned over to kiss him. She really wasn't. If he had semen to plant, and he always seemed to have more ready for her, she wanted it pounded into her, hard, either on her back with her ankles over his shoulders, or, like an animal in heat, from behind as she mewled in heat. Her final destination, her ultimate goal in these sessions, was always a good solid fucking, but this in no way diminished the delights of the prolonged cowgirl ride that brought her to its verge.“Daddy, can we do this all day?”“Sure, Bets. Mom’s not back for hours.. We walked in andcouldn't believe how crazy it was. There were shoppers everywhere youlooked. The clerks we passed as we made our way through the store andout into the mall proper looked beaten and battered. I am sure all thedemanding people were taking a toll on them. This was definitely a jobI couldn't have done. We tried to look around a bit but found thatthere was nothing that really excited us, though I did find a hand bagthat would be a good gift for my mom. Between the shoppers and. She hoped that one day hed make her Mrs. Sid Johnson. Her fervent dream was that hed make this fairy tale last a lifetime. She dreamed of having his babies and growing old with him and having him take care of her for the rest of her life. The set ended and she sat up. She looked at herself in the mirror wall that covered an entire side of the exercise room. She was nude and could see every bend and bulge in her supple, nineteen year old body. Sid had taught her how to stay in shape so she could.