And what it means to young Alys."How did Louie get our doors is what I don't understand? Why papa would die first before he would let some yellow bell...ed louse like Louie steal from us." she stopped in the middle of her rant."Papa ain't coming back." She whimpers out. The next thing we know Alys has stopped moving and is standing there crying out her heart. Of all the time she picks to figure that out. I sigh."Uh, what happened?" Holliday didn't follow the train of the conversion. All he saw. Soft moans of approval escaped her lips when I touched the sides of her breasts.Once she was sufficiently coated, I began a deeper, methodical kneading of her shoulder areas. Once the tension disappeared from her shoulders, I worked the entire back, my hands working in opposite circular motions. Starting at either shoulder, I brought my hands toward the middle of her back just below the neck. Slowly, I let my hands glide down her back on either side of her spine to the top part of her ass. At. ..I wanted you in me" she said.I groaned, "I wasn't sure if you were protected" I said.She grinned, "Of course, daddy, I'm not silly you know, I organized that when I turned 13...just in case" My eyes flew wide and she laughed, then reached up and stroked my face, "But I was saving it for you, daddy, except you never seemed to notice me, well not as a woman, that is" she added.I looked down at her and grinned, "Oh, if you only knew, I've been noticing you ever since you were 14" I said.She. "She got up from the sofa and picked up the aerosol of whipped cream from the table. She squirted little peaks of cream over her nipples, flinching slightly at the tickling sensation round her aureoles. Her breasts were hot with excitement, and little ribbons of melted cream ran down the sides of her boobs."Come and get it, Freddie," she giggled, and started to back away from him as he advanced towards her, her little boobs jiggling, the cream barely managing to cling to the little mounds..