Everything was as vivid as real life. I told Daddy these dreams. He put his arms around me and held me tightly. The "Gary Incident" was an isolated o...currance. I was in love with Daddy almost to the point of obssession. I stood in front of the full length mirror in the bathroom and rubbed my belly, imaging what it would like swollen with Daddy's baby. All the dreams were not so pleasent. Sometimes when the baby was born it was deformed. Other dreams involved us being discovered and seperated.. The centre of the room had a waiting island of back-to back leather banquettes – a wooden shelf between them had a bronze statue at one end – a little urchin boy with his hands stuck firmly into the pockets of his short and raggedy woollen trousers – he had a thick fringe of pudding basin hair – the expression on his sulking face implying his dismay at being unable to afford to either stay or go – it was always warm in there. The barbers chairs were black leather – not unlike a dentist chair ,. " he said.Truth be told, his squat dick didn't actually reach my throat, not that it seemed to affect my gag reflex, as I involuntarily convulsed regularly around his dick. With my arms trapped under his knees, there was nothing I could do to relieve the pressure that built as he dredged the back of my mouth, other than to let the saliva flow freely from my lips to prevent myself from drowning. Rivulets of spit flowed down my cheeks onto the floor of the limo as he fucked me, all while. All my life Christmas had been our favourite family time, but '69 had put an end to all that. Since then Christmas had meant hard partying with Ed, taking lots of drugs, having sex with all sorts of people and groaning through the inevitable hangovers. This year would be different. No David and Tori, and especially no Ed - who for all his faults had been fun at times like this. Now there were no more druggie nights, just the forlorn hope that I would see Margaret at some time over the holidays,.