After all, we already love them esthetically, and to love them sexually makes the concept complete. And if we're lucky enough to be able to teach them...properly, to make them proud of their bodies instead of ashamed, then they won't have any of our old hangups."Lester frowned. "I don't know; I mean--hell; I have a young daughter, but I never thought about fucking her." Oh come on, now," Debbie cut in. "I've seen you eyeing Mary's tight little butt, and sneaking looks at her tits." Okay, maybe I. I pushed my tongue deep in and licked it hard. After I was done with that, I dragged her to bed. I touched different parts of her body and then kissed her lips. She didn’t really seem to be enjoying it and kept showing her discomfort.I laid on top of her, opened her thighs and slid my cock into her love hole. It seemed she hadn’t been fucked for a long time. I went deep in her. She screamed, “Aaahhh. Bahar nikalo. Dard ho rha hai”. I was completely inside her.When her pain reduced, I started. “Look at the fagot can't help but fall over in his willingness to suck our cocks.” The doctor said to the room to much laughter. I feel one of the guards grab me by the hair and drag me to my feet. I scream in pain from this and can't help but wish I was anywhere but here. When I am back on my feet the guard doesn't use my arms to guide me but drags me by the hair and drags me to the doctor. I cry all the way to the doctor, I'd cry for my mommy but that would do no good. “Is this necessary?”. The Birmingham Children’s Hospital was at Ladywood Middleway, a stone’s throw from the ruins of our house.As the disembodied voice had feared, my father had been killed in the raid on the BSA factory, where had had worked as a rifle proofer, a very important job, which was why he hadn’t been called up. At nearly four years of age, I was an orphan. They were puzzling over what to do with me, I was fit and well, if a little bruised. I heard vague mutterings about sending me to a children’s home.