“What the fuck….what are you trying to do to me, Ben?”I apply a little more pressure and the third bead is taken inside her with a little reluct...nce. I’m not sure she can take any more, trying to get just one more bead inside her could be too much, but hey, I’m trying anyway. I push the fourth bead against her ring and try to lever it inside with my thumb, just when I resign myself to failure the bead pops inside her tight anal walls, what a girl.The shock of my actions seems to have struck. It may not be special to anyone else, but to me it was something to take special pride of, Melissa had done a wonderful job. When I turn up at a rescue, I know people perceive it as a symbol of good, with the shear whiteness of it. That was Melissa's idea; she wanted something that would instill positive feelings in people."I call it the Guardian Angel. You see pictures of angels, and there is always a bright white light surrounding them. I could not do that, but I figured a white suit would. I increase the rhythm until I am fucking her hard with my fist, ripping deeply into her, clawing her tits with my other hand until my nails break the skin and small dribbles of blood decorate their surface.She starts to orgasm: she cannot help herself. Her cunt becomes so juicy and wet it is soaking my fist. I am literally punching her cervix now. Her over-stretched cunt clamps tight onto my invading limb and her whole body shudders with intense lust.My cock is ready. Thick, hard and erect, it. I fell to her side; she still didn’t know what I was doing with her but I was overwhelmed with guilt and shame for what I had just done. My hormones were puddled on her skin so my rational self took over. I had just fucked my own daughter. I drugged her then fucked her. If I were anybody else, I would arrest me on the spot then beat me half to death while handcuffed. I slunk from the bed to get a towel to wipe the mess off Jolie’s body before I carried her to her own room. I didn’t get a.