Bill paused a moment, amazed at what he was hearing. Then he smiled. "I love you" he said.It took some time to get ready. Bill was skilled at woodwork...ng and built the casket himself. Jennifer sewed the satin lining. It always brought her great pleasure to work with Bill on projects, even something strange like this. Working together, it was finished just before Bills birthday. They converted the spare room to look like a funeral parlor, and set the casket on a stand in the middle of the room.. .." Wow" was all she said. She quickly reached over, got a bit on her finger, and put it on her tongue..."Daddy, you better not get me pregnant.." Giggling like mad, she tasted the semen :"Eeeeeewwwww. oh, that is gross...see you later, alligator.......thank you daddy...I love you..." She kissed my forehead and ran out of the room.In most stories like this, this is the beginning of a tale of **** and sexual abuse, but this was truly a one-time event...Colie and I were always friendly and. I felt close to her, owned by her. This out of place act of tenderness made me love my goddess. "You did good Freak." She said as she stroked my head gently. "I want you to know, baby, that I'm not going to let anything too bad happen to you. I'm gonna keep you safe but you need to do what I tell you. But I promise you'll enjoy it in the end. I'll show you love and respect for submitting to me. Okay, sweetie? I know you need me to be mean and I will be, but you know I still care about. But for now, let's just make us some dinner."So I collected the groceries from the floor and brought them over in the kitchen. We shared kitchen duties. I had to cut stuff, she was standing at the oven. With my cum still on her back. And our sons cum still dripping out of her cunt. What a messy day.When dinner was ready, we sat in front of each other. And the conversation was, our k**s. Or better said she fucking our son. I asked her a few questions, she answered them all. Without being ashamed.