He was much older than me and he loved listening to me talk about all the dirty things I would do for my daddy. We carried on talking and he would tel... me how he wishes he was was my dad and how he wanted to meet. We chatted for a long time as I never could get the courage to meet. He would call me his baby girl as he liked thinking of me as his daughter and I would call him daddy and we would talk dirty to each other. I would say stuff like how I wanted him to watch while his baby girl slides. . I was praying to god that she would open my gallery and then it happened and i acted as if i was drinking water and she opened the pic and she asked me this is then i pulled the cell from her hand and then i said sorry.She said okay and as expected nothing happened and i was disappointed. Then my plan B i started to pretend i was sleeping and slowly i bent my head on her shoulder…she felt it was okay and didn’t remove me then i i slowly slipped my head down and reached her boobs… hmm her. “It’s ok Baby…” I stroke her hair and kiss her forehead “Everything will be better soon…” With the words of comfort spoken I climb onto the Oak table, my naked form kneeling between her legs. I rape her with my eyes, and it takes all my self control not to simply ram my stiff aching cock into her, already my cock is drooling precum, but I know I have to deny myself the pleasure for now.Without taking my eyes of her perfect body, I fumble around and find my knife; it’s a small sharp blade which. Yes. You know it leaves a trace. A wave, sort of." What?" I didn't have the faintest idea of what he was talking about."Your machine. It leaves an eerie wave in the present and past time-space. Not that it matters to it, but it could be... dangerous. The wrong person could find it and try to follow it and end up with you." Oh? Sorry I don't quit follow you, I mean I don't have the faintest idea what you are talking about." No, of course you don't. What do you say about a little walk with me?.