Bailey appreciated that, she really did. But she needed Gabriel first.The sun was going down when the door burst open.Gabriel stood there, a wild look...in his eyes. Time seemed to stand still. She smiled feebly through her tears."Bailey ... oh, my god!" he rushed over to her bed.His fingers wrapped around hers. Bailey began to cry. Relief. Fear. Sadness. She was overcome with emotion.He kissed her forehead. His lips felt cool against her skin."I'm here, sweetheart," he whispered over and over in. I would be able to bear children and have sex, which I was just starting to find out about.One of the good things that happened from the event was that masturbation became more exciting. There were two reasons for this. One, simply being that I was able to probe my pussy freely now without hurting myself; The other was that I now found myself able to close my eyes while masturbating and I pictured daddy's eyes, hands and fingers on my puss. Something about that picture would cause me to rub. They say the truth will set you free, so I gave that a shot.“I hid it,” I said. “I didn’t think you’d appreciate it if you knew I was thinking about you as anything other than a friend.”“Always the gentleman,” she sighed. “I suppose that’s one reason I admire you so much.” She blinked. “Want to know something?”“Sure,” I said.“One time I was fooling around on the computer and looked up your name.”“My name?”“Your last name: Oberon. It means a woodland clearing, where the fairies dance. Oberon. The coffee was on a table some distance from the sofa; she walked between him and the table, her back to him, placed her feet together, kept her legs rigidly straight and bent over to pick up two coffees. This gave him an inviting view of her sumptuous bottom.'Good Girl' Thought mother.'What is going on?' He thought to himself. 'This cannot be happening to me, I'm not that lucky!' She handed him a coffee and sat next to him in the opposite corner to mother, mirroring her pose, but allowing one.