He never slowed down and she didn’t either. After she had struggled through three gut-wrenching orgasms of her own and Timmy had shot her four more ...imes, he knew he needed to get back downstairs or they’d come looking for him.“Where do you live, Timmy? I need some more of this young cock.”“Right across that fence. See that big tree outside your window? That’s my bedroom where that big limb hangs over the fence.”“Fuck, Timmy. We can go from bedroom to bedroom right across that big tree. I’ll. But Eddy barked “come” and I looked to the ground helplessly.I could not look at her as she climbed the steps of the porch and headed inside with him, the next few hours I could hear the sounds of his sexual lust with my daughter. He called me later to the bedroom to find her sprawled naked across the bed, love bites on her breasts, cum plastered over her tear streaked face and oozing from her pussy. Scoping her up I carried her to the shower to clean her up, neither of us said a word.That. I don't know if it's because of a distortion caused by the proximity of the Red Agent but something seems to be distorting the auras in the cabin."The keening sound rose to become a throat wrenching scream that sounded like someone's soul was being ripped from their body. Everyone tensed as the sound trailed off in a panting cry and became the keening sound again."Damn," Ben said softly. Then, shaking his head to dismiss his uncertainty in discerning the auras, Ben said, "All I know for sure is. Many guys lust me. They want to bed me. My ex-husband bedded me but didn’t love me. But I wanted to be loved. Let it be for a short while, but loved.I was moved by story. I thought to contact Will, but then due to hesitation dropped the idea. After one month, I again opened the sex stories site and again read Will’s story. Will had shared his email id in the story for feedback. I gained strength, made a fake id and emailed him. I enquired about his services and tried to access him. I replied me.