This is a dark tale with murder, answered by murder, more murder, andthen finally transgender fiction.I met my wife Stacy on an internet dating site. ...I had seen herprofile, and though she had a couple early teen kids, I couldn't helpbut be taken by her beauty, so I gave her a "smile." It was a coupledays later when she "smiled" back and I thought what could it hurt, soI sent her a simple introductory message. I didn't have to wait morethan a day before she contacted me back. This went on. Despite his compassion for her, there would be no mercy, no safe words, justhis desire, as he played her finely tuned body. Her composure left her. It was amazing to her how easily he took her to thisplace. He knew exactly how to touch her. He knew precisely what to whisperin her ear. He owned her in this way. Call it possession, if you like, buthe looked at it as inevitability. He told her this would happen, when theyfirst met, but neither of them knew what he meant. Looking back, how. May the little cut recognized that it was her father’s tool, that is fucking the daughter.And at last, I could make an almost full entry into her pussy. She was happy to feel dad inside her, I knew from her face.I started my action, increasing the frequency of pumping into her pussy and she was shivering with excitement, seeing her dad on top of her in full action.My cute little daughter was under me, with my cock filling her hole, and I thanked my stars for giving such a fuckable daughter.When. At one point it was necessary for an assistant to lash her exposed ass with a cane, several times to produce a measure of cooperation. I looked at her dark eyes as I fucked her mouth and humped my hips deeply forcing my dick near the entrance to her throat.She was livid with fury and would not look me in the eyes while being so degraded. I conveyed this omisson to my assistants, and a few well aimed lashes with the cane persuaded the woman to maintain eye contact with me."You're a born.