They came almost tumbling through the portal and stood, arms around each other, in front of a bemused Daniel.“She’s beautiful!”“She’s smart ...nd wonderful!” Her name is Moira, and she’s pregnant!”“You are going to be a great grandpapa!”“When we go back, we are getting married - all four of us!”Daniel held up a hand and declared, “That’s wonderful! BUT you know what I need to know.”Robyn supplied the answer, “Melody is fine. She loves and misses you.”“And,” Miriam said while tilting her head up. I like friends.) After a while, I kept finding myself looking at the little girls, usually picking those between the ages of 10 and 15. The ages my own daughters had been. Younger than that, and I would be afraid of hurting them. Older than that, and they developed hairy snatches, and big bosoms, that didn't seem to turn me on so much. I never did approach any of the children though. For one thing, the thought of someone recognizing a known pedophile (me) talking to their little. ” Veronica’s tone made it crystal clear that she was, in actual fact, singularly unimpressed by whatever academic success I had recently earned. “She also tells me that in her opinion you need to be given a lot of guidance. Is she right about that, Lucy?” Veronica lifted her wine glass to her lips and took a sip, her eyes looking intently into my own. It felt as though she was somehow managing to silently play with my head, and I had no answer to it. A glossy sheen of ruby red liquid shimmered. Our sex life improved when she started buying slutty outfits to wear to bed.It went off the charts when she started wearing stilletto spiked heals with the outfits, and letting me take photos of her. It turned her on as much as me and I started telling her milder fantasies of seeing her with other women and our male friends who were not so alpha. I would tell her how we both would fuck her and then started increasing the number of guys in the fantasy. We started going out more with her dressed.