This was the image that I had awoke to, trembling and sweating, almost every morning since what had happened with aunt Susan and cousin Sara. And al...hough I cannot say that the vampiristic figure of my nightmares resembled my aunt in any great detail, I knew in my soul that it was symbolic of her. Feelings of fear and guilt blended with ones of arousal and exhilaration to create a heady cocktail of turmoil in those dying days of summer, 1999. For weeks after my stay with aunt Susan and. I looked at Stacy, while she looked at Ashley.“You guys—““Shh. Everyone’s on the porch, but I don’t want anyone to know we’re here. And I kinda wanna finish.”“That’s why I’m here.”“Haha!”She turned, put her hands on the opposite wall, and bent over. Ashley scooted behind me, and put her hands on my chest. I lowered myself to meet Stacy’s hips, and rubbed my dick on her slit. She laughed, looked at me, and said, “Damn it Sean.”“All right.”I pushed, and made it through easy. I grabbed her hips. At the ballroom we found my car at the parking lot and I used the spare key. I moved it to a parking spot one block away.At the dance-hall one of our friends did a recap for Sarah and her party. He came back and told us he had found her in the restaurant section, eating at a table together with three women and four men. I decided to go into action.We went to their table and Sarah got very pale when she saw my friends and me. Before she found anything to say to me I said with a loud voice,. Come on, kiddo, He said, and picked her up by the waist, kissing her forehead. She softened and put her arms around his neck, shivers running down her spine. He took the empty bottle and sat on the middle of his bed, setting her in his lap. She instinctively nuzzled the base of his neck fervently as he scratched the back of hers. You are so, so, so, clingy, Daddy remarked as she curled up tighter in his lap. He picked up the bottle and began to feed her as she took the nipple between her lips..