“You’re my queen. I love you.”I hate you.“Yes,” I moaned, sliding my pussy down his dick.Incestuous pleasure rippled through me as I took mo...e and more of his shaft into my snatch. My back arched, my small breasts thrusting before me. Father’s hands cupped them, squeezing my breasts, his thumbs sliding across my nipples. Pleasure shot down to my pussy.My snatch clenched hard on his dick as I rose up hi shaft. I swiveled my hips, stirring his dick through me. It felt so good in me. I knew it was. Simon felt my fight wither and called me a good girl as he danced his fingers up and down my spine. He kissed my back and told me to relax, trust him and if it was too painful to rub my clit. As he was kissing my back and whispering to me he had moved his fingers from my pussy and was circling them around my hole. He asked if I was ready and I nodded, but I was not sure. I wanted to give more of myself to him as I felt the pressure I tensed. He rubbed my back and told me to relax. As his. “Look! Let’s get the boys some toys and some baby clothes for Lissa and Melody,” Bree said. We headed into the children’s store and spent an hour buying baby clothes in many patterns, shapes, and styles. I could tell that if I didn’t control myself, I’d go broke buying stuff for my children.Just before we left the store, I saw it. Them.“Bree, we have Christmas presents,” I said.“Merry Christmas to all, And to all a good night!” the boys read with me as we sat in the armchair by the fire. The. I’m in heaven. “Oh, and a package was delivered for you, Ms. Smith.” I can’t tell from the packaging what it is, but I have no doubt who it’s from. The brown wrapper reveals nothing. I nod and smile at the older man at the desk and follow the bellman up to my room. Thankfully, he doesn’t make conversation. I want to lay down on a soft bed, naked, and relax. The flight was brutal. The anticipation of getting here had been maddening. Frankly, I’d worked even harder than usual in November to feel.