Father Stimson shared some of the things McKayla had told him about her and people in the audience and the service truly was about celebrating her lif..., not mourning her death.Maureen spoke, too. I couldn't believe that for someone who was just shy of thirteen, she could be so wise. And I could see so much of her mother in her. I was so proud of my little girl. She was so strong, so eloquent. I knew that even though McKayla was gone, her spirit lived on in our daughter, whom she had raised to. The clothes sort of turned her on and sex with him had not been so bad but being used as a whore, well that was another matter but as long as he had the photos she had to do what he said.His hands slipped inside the panties and felt her wet pussy, “looks like your all set to go with that wet pussy of yours”.She liked the touch of the fingers as the moved roughly over her lips and she gasped as two of the fingers pushed into her and lifted up hard. Her body quivered and she suddenly was getting. I began to dig my tongue deep into Lily’s hole, trying to extract more of that incredible juice. I tried several things to get her pussy to contract so it could send me another wave of this amazing nectar. I took to licking all around her crotch, trying to find another droplet of it, traveling farther to the sides and the back, sucking her damp pussy hairs for another taste. When my tongue swiped the little brown pucker of her anus, Lily screamed. Her orgasm was the strongest I’d ever. ’ To say that Dad was flabbergasted would be a gross understatement. His face turned all red and his mouth started working, opening and closing like he was trying to speak, but there was only a wheezing sound. He grabbed at his chest and slumped over in his chair. I hurried across the room, grabbed up the phone and dialed 911 just as Mom came into the room. She ran to Dad and yelled his name, but he didn’t respond. I pushed her aside, inhaled deeply, grabbed his cheeks and blew into his mouth.