"Why ... are ... you ... mad ... at ... me???" Priscilla asked.She was surprised to find her friend mad at her. Her friends were rarely angry with her...at all."Brian told me everything. Just be honest with me Priscilla. Is what he said true??" Tracy asked.Priscilla paused for a while."Tracy if I told you the truth would you still be mad at me??? I mean would you want me to confess???" Priscilla asked.She was talking much louder than usual as the world around her seemed void."Priscilla I love. . – I hoarsely replied. - She is busy now, you can choose another girl... They were all beautiful. - I’ll wait. … - Here I am! – I heard her smooth voice. – Weren’t you already here? „Oh my dear lord, thank you for this prize“ – I thought, still unable to believe that I’ll fuck THIS. Something significantly I wanted to say, but words couldn’t leave my mouth. But she grinded. - My hair is a little disheveled, shoes are not matching clothes, what do you like, it’s coldish here... – she. “Yeah baby, I am.” She snickered as she asked me a serious question “Daddy, why do you keep calling me baby? I’m not a baby any more, am I?” My reply was simple fact “Jane, you will always be my baby, even when you’re old and grey.” She grinned and kissed me again and thrust her tongue deep into the cavity of my mouth as our tongues danced in swirling twists with each other. I carried her as our mouths pressed with heated passions that increased with each step, when I arrived I set. ” “That can’t be the end of the story.” Grace whined.“No baby girl, that’s not the end of the story…We made love several times that weekend, and almost got caught when Papa returned late Sunday evening. Momma and I snuck a kiss or a feel in when ever we could, but it was Christmas Eve before anything else happened. After supper was over, Papa drank his fill and went to bed early. Momma and I decided to sit by the fire for awhile with some hot chocolate. “I like hot chocolate.” Grace giggled and.