But what I DO want is a regular source of dick, if you’re still interested?”My mind went blank and I just nodded repeatedly. She laughed, and craw...ed on to my bed, wearing a skirt. She laid her head on one of my pillows, sticking her butt in the air, and just stayed there. I was unsure of what to do at first, so I let my dick make the decisions. I walked over and stood behind her. I pulled up her skirt, revealing a little black thong. I unzipped my pants, and freed my aching erection, and then. A few lingering doubts assailed her consciousness, but she swatted them away like insects. Jessica was committed now. The world had to change and she would be a coward not to use the power she’d been given. How many billions of women had lived, suffered and died without that opportunity? How many millions of children had been raped by the clergy? How many women like Jessica and the Sisters of Guadalupe had lived lives of quiet desperation, brainwashed into thinking it was proper and normal?‘No. I was thinking that my daddy would save me. Kris says " well might as well not waste this opportunity. He takes off the blindfold and sock and said "hey sweetie" I quickly hugged him and said "thanks for saving me daddy" he hugged me back and said " Morgan I need you to take off the dress, I need to see if your hurt." I didn't think anything of it and did as he said. He looked at my flat chest and nipples and started to rub them. "daddy what are you doing?" he rubs my panties and I push his. That was the rolling organ. That was the rolling tumescence that said here is the tumor and the tumor is you. Don’t you like it when someone says you can tell me everything? And you play the chords. And you think the cords. And the cords were the reason for the drapes in ‘The Cobweb’ and caused mental unbalance and murder, and that would be fine. If the dust would stop settling on you. If you could pass the dumb glumness of him, if you could make him understand that the ceiling above you us.