I wonder why?I tried to write, but had no success; I was busy chewing over my daughter's seduction of myself, unable to fully accept or condemn myself...and my weakness in giving in. So I spent the afternoon cooking. I got chicken curry cooking slowly in the oven and started a batch of wholemeal bread, which was done shortly before Sam bounced in the front door. Not having decided where I stood, I had nothing to say as she rushed up to me, flung her arms round me and kissed me in such a way that. The very beginning had been barely noticeable: some odd rumours,emanating from various widely-spread sources, about ill-defined 'massdisturbances'. The stories always soon got more desperate and bizarre -just before contact was suddenly lost with that city.It had spread so unbelievably fast that most people had yet to hear aword about it by the time that they had started appearing in thestreets.At first people were unsure how to react to them, with theiroutstretched arms, moaning, and unsteady. Then I kissed her and asked her if I could **** her pussy. She said please please please take my pussy. I'm so horny I want more I need more. I'm yours tonight please please make me squirt i need to squirt. Omg and I wanted to make her squirt. I grabbed her throat again because I knew this bitch was getting off on it and loved it rough and I worked up again one finger, two fingers, three fingers, and then to four but i couldn't stop there. I wanted to feel the inside of her.. I wanted to play. Without warning he abruptly pulled away and sat on a small shabby couch. She watched him uncertainly until he let her know with a look that she was to stand before him. ‘Prepare yourself’ he spoke curtly. Immediately, without thinking, her fingers went to her lips, moistening them, then she slid them down between her legs. She was surprised to find that she was already partially lubricated, her traitorous body aroused despite her inner battle between disgust and attraction. Her fingers slid in.