I need to make friends.”“I--I wanted to be your friend.” Diana’s cracked.“I mean REAL friends, Diana.” Polly shook her head. “I need mor...e than just one friend.”“Okay. Yeah. Fine.” Diana snapped. “Here.” She tried to push the glass container in Polly’s lap. “I baked these for you.”“I don’t want them.” Polly pushed them back.“Polly, I stayed up all night baking these.” Diana cried. “It’s fine; you don’t wanna be my friend, but please take the cookies!”“Stop!” Polly sneered as she snatched the. But that smile and that deep voice! FUCK! There and then I fell in love with daddy all over again! There and then I determined with all my heart to belong to daddy; to have no will or desire of my own, but to be the very embodiment of his desires and commands. I wanted to lose myself in his eyes, his smell, his touch, his flesh; to become one with him and to remain there forever.By a sort of magnetic force that defied common sense, courtesy and social codes, my hand was drawn to my hard cock. She could feel the juices of her vagina drip past her thighs and into the crack of her ass....soaking her panties as they did. Shameful, is how she felt, as she taxied her children back home. Once there, the kids scattered as she dashed in the house to log-on and continue her detective work before her husband, Tim, made it home from work. Before long her evening routine was in full swing and she busied herself without giving it too much further thought.Later that night her mind wandered again. After they each fucked me twice, we fell asleep on my bed. I awoke in a couple of hours, as the alcohol in me needed to come out through my mouth. I went into the bathroom to throw up in the toilet. While barfing, one of my sons came in and started fucking me doggy-style with my head in the toilet. I soon felt hands on my butt and on my boobs. They each had a turn while my head was in the toilet, even after I was through barfing. Then they let me rinse out my mouth.Back in bed, while putting.