I could sense you were terribly frightened and then there were almost no emissions. My senses barely picked them up but there were enough to tell me y...ou were still alive. You were about half a mile away at the time. I ran to the spot and saw you and something told me that I had to help even if it meant breaking our laws. I knew you were my gift; the spirits had brought you to me." Wow! So if you hadn't been around and had this extra sense, I would have been lying there until some dog walker. And I had to admit, at least to myself, that while I was Missy’s hero, as she liked to call me, I was still a man. I was a weak man, with a soft spot for beautiful women, in this case my own daughter. I was battling an addiction to her not unlike the one my wife had to her wine. But while I never sought out my vice, I still got drunk on the sight of her, when the opportunity presented itself.And it had presented itself tonight again.The sound of her soft, contented, humming had lured me to her. She felt his arms encircle her waist, his palms slipping fully over her firm tight asscheeks and rubbing them gently through the pleated material of her short skirt.She pressed her thighs and cunt firmly against his bulging cock!"Oh, my lovely Lynn!" Wes moaned against her ear, stroking her cheek with his.He had wanted her since the first moment he'd seen her naked in her sister's arms, loved her intensely since she had thrown off her robe and stood up to her father!"How I love you, Lynn!"She. "You're..." Krysti wanted to answer."My name. Simple stuff." He tweaked one of Krysti's thick nipples."You..." It was coming to her..."C'mon, princess."She had no other answer in her head. "D-D-Daddy." I didn't even have to do that to you. You can't control it now, can you? You're no longer who you think you are. You actually believe you're Krysti now." He got his mouth as close as he could to Krysti's ear. "Daddy's so proud of you."Krysti stared to shake. Patrick could feel her fear and he.