Well! That was fun. Wonder how long she would be mad at me about that?I had trouble sleeping again that night, so I went down to the basement to watch...TV again. Maybe the excitement about the upcoming weekend; I really did enjoy these times together. Maybe an uncomfortable feeling I had that I was not going to like the results of the investigations that were running. Maybe I was just secretly hoping Katie would come find me. Whatever the reason, I finally dozed off, only to wake up with Katie. Peter was wearing tiny bikini panties, a bra, and a peignoir. His face was heart-breakingly pretty and he was looking over his shoulder to check the seams of his sexy black stockings, which were held up by the laciest garter belt. He had very high-heeled pumps on. I thought, that could be me. And even though my little guy was still soft, he blew another load all over my soaked tummy. Oh, mama.Those were gay thoughts. I didn't want them. Away. Icky bad.I toweled myself off, cleaned up, stashed. I could her screaming every night, but didnt really know what was going on. I would often try and sneak out of my room and check to see if I could take a look into her room, but the door would be shut. I was always scared of lightning, and would often go sleep with them during hard rain and thunderstorms. She often opened the door for me naked, and I would sleep right in between her breasts. This particular night, when I was about 4, it got really bad, and went to sleep with them. I fell asleep. She was packed with the luscious meat, filled to capacity with matchless peter, and her inflamed clit thrummed with joy.Bracing his knees against the mattress, her daddy rolled her back upon her shoulders. "You can take it better this way," he panted. "You're wide open to me now. But what a tight little pussy you have, baby. What a hot, narrow little snatch; it's grabbing my prick as if it had fingers, squeezing down on me." F-fuck me," she gasped. "Pour the prick to me, my sweet daddy! Screw.