The first two nights she drove straight home. The third night she drove to a local lounge and went inside. Ten minutes later Art drove up, parked and ...ent inside. It was two hours later when the two of them came out and Art walked Edith to her car, bent and kissed her cheek and then Edith drove home. The same scene was repeated once or twice a week for the next three weeks and I began to finally realize that Edith had been telling me the truth all along.And then I found out just how fucked up I. She reached up with shaking hands and stopped. Surely if she tried to pick up the little statuette now, she would drop it and the angel would shatter on the hardwood floor. That last sign of disrespect, unintentional as it might be, would surely seal her fate. And she was afraid to touch the angel. Afraid that her hands, tainted with the memory of what she had just seen, would blacken it and mark Abigail as unclean. The room had a single window, which overlooked the grounds of the Academy.. ” It appeared my innocent little daughter was not quite as innocent as I was led to believe. “Well, I’m glad you enjoyed that, sweetheart. You have the sweetest pussy that I’ve ever tasted.” “Better than mom?” She asked. “I…uh…yes…” I finally admitted to her. “Much sweeter; Savannah? Do you think you could help me with this thing between my legs? It is aching and needs a release…” I stood up and showed Savannah my throbbing cock. My head was purple and my entire shaft was a dark red, filled. "Please, NO!" she sobbed, "Oh, God Hanson, please don't!"But his tickling and wetting of her panty crotch only grew more intense. Billie tried to steel her mind against the feeling that had begun to invade her body, but from the beginning she felt herself losing ground. It was so hot and wet down there with his mouth pushed against her mound, and her struggling seemed only to make it worse... or better. Maybe if she tried to lie still... yes, that was the way. If Hanson thought she wasn't.