She was watching the pink head of my cock in her hand from only inches away. There was no mistaking now what was happening, no excuses, no explanation.... No return to sanity. Julie the little seven year old beauty was stroking a man's full grown penis and he was loving it! And she made no attempt to hide it. My hairy hoary old cock was just at her face now. There was no denying what was happening and no way back to innocence for both of us. I pushed aside all the warnings of older men and tiny. Images of his little girl, lying in her pretty pink bed so passively just moments before, repeated through his head."I'll fuck you for free, still," his daughter had told him.He almost growled at the recollection. Things hadn't turned out the way he'd wanted. He'd wanted to teach his daughter on how to be a "good" slut, a good, obedient piece of cunt. Instead he'd shattered her entirely when he'd sent her to see his boss. But why? What had happened? His boss must have done something horrible to. "Thank you. I'll look forward to it."She let herself in and looked at her watch: quarter past six. "I'll dig out something to eat," she thought, "something that I can leave to cook for half to three-quarters of an hour and treat myself to my third gin of the day." She actually giggled.She did just that but also put Mozart's 40th Symphony on the hi-fi. "Pealing violins," she thought.She found herself recalling her time with Penelope. She thought she might feel rather ashamed letting her emotions. That was true. By ten o'clock my eyes were closing. JeanPaul had taken Alicia to the children's house for the night and Allaice showed us to their bedroom. It had two beds, one much bigger than the other which I guessed was to hold the enormous bulk of JeanPaul. "You won't mind I think, if I take Suma to bed me tonight. The big bear will like to have you. It is the custom in Tumali I think you know." I smiled, more at her phrasing than at what she said but she assumed I agreed. In fact, having.