Please don't. Not again."I'm sorry. I'm sorry you were hurt again. I'm sorry I hurt you. I'm sorry for everything. I'm sorry I'm such a bastard."She w...s still crying. Quietly, like everything else. I could hear more ticking of sleet against the window than I could hear Elizabeth cry in little sighs. I reached out to touch her shoulder."Don't!" She swung away from me, to the window again. After a minute I took the mug to the kitchen because I couldn't stand it.When I came back she wasn't crying.. She gave a little wiggle that helped seat my cock firmly between her ass cheeks. I used my right hand to pet her, caressing her softly from her head to as far down as I could reach, which was about mid-thigh. I paid special attention, naturally, to her firm tits and her mound. When my hand would get near her mound, Katie would lift her right leg, opening herself and silently inviting me to stroke her pussy some more. I obliged her.As I stroked her pussy, Katie tried to get my left hand into the. Now, I was always the favorite. With a good physique I know how to maintain myself and controlling others.Now to the story. It’s about 2 months old. My mami’s name is Shruti. Stats – 36-26-37. She has a beautiful face and I know my uncle is very fond of that face as well as me. Well, it starts way before I was 7 years old. Even then I know how exceptionally sexy she is. I used to go to their house often. Then for studies I was sent to hostel and I completed my 12th outside the city. But now. The girl runs up the stairs. “I’m sorry, Daddy!” she screams. “I’m sorry! Don’t hurt me! Please!”She heads for her room. She’s fast, but he’s faster. Rory runs through the door and slams it. But her father catches it and steps through the doorway. He’s breathing hard from running. His eyes are dark slits of rage. “Rory,” he growls. “You disobeyed me ... again...” The girl cowers and backs away from him, bumping into her desk. She’s trapped. “I told you to stop,” he growls angrily. “I told you.