” “Oh Daddy, I am still your little girl though, aren’t I?” “You know you are baby,” he husked, his hands working over my front leaving ...me breathless. My pussy tingled ever deeper inside my tiny bikini bottoms, his fingers rubbing gently around my erect nipples, the bulge in the front of his shorts getting bigger and bigger. He was almost finished and I wished he would begin again and rub me all over. “Daddy?” I began. He looked me directly in the eyes, his steely blues reflecting my. Don't die, you can't die! Stay with me," my beautiful guardian begged. That wasn't right, angels shouldn't beg. "Marcus!" he roared, his breathing ragged, sobbing.I tried to tell him it was okay but I couldn't remember how to speak."Don't leave me, Tricia, please. Marcus!" His voice was filled with agony and I couldn't help him.I felt myself being rolled onto my back, but it was a distant feeling, unable to touch me as I floated. Then something bumped my leg.My eyes opened just a little, the. I went along though the policeman did try to discourage me. I might not be able to do anything to keep something bad from happening to the boy I'd adopted but at least I'd know I did my best if I was with him.I soon realized that we were being taken to either the worst or best place I could hope to see someone like my boy go to. I recognized the cross on the door of the otherwise nondescript building. The people who ran this place would be either extremely good or extremely bad. For the most. I was a little disappointed when she remained on her back instead of lying on her side as she usually did. In this new position her bottom was no longer available to me.After a little over half an hour, I still couldn't sleep, my cock kept twitching in my pajamas as if it was trying to remind me of the presence of my sister lying next to me. But during the night, while she was sleeping, she turned over on her side and her rump was pressing against my cock once again. By now she seemed to be.