I squeezed my nipples and stared in to his eyes with love in my heart"mmm damn this is good look at how well i fit in to you baby, you were born to be... my girl werent you " I am yours Daddy please dont stop" tell me what you were born for baby" i was born for this Daddy " you were born to be my girl" oooh i was born to be your girl"he began now fucking me harder, pumping me full of his cock my ass now wide open and sloppy for him to use as he saw fit"thats right baby you love Daddys dick like i. "Don't be." Angela lifted my chin so she could see my eyes. "You have nothing to be sorry for."We kissed, lovers once more, and I regretted doubting Angela the way I had. It had been God's work, not hers, as I'd always known it to be. He'd killed my parents and Angela had simply been his unwitting tool, used by fate to destroy my life. I had that small satisfaction at least, of knowing I'd been correct all along, that God was evil and cruel and a cancer in my soul.I hated him more than ever and. I almost regretted it when she came out from behind the desk.She was wearing a very short tartan skirt,and wool stockings up to her knees,and killer high heels.She looked down at my very noticeable bulge and told me I would get a great rub down.She showed me to a backroom,and told me to strip down and get ready,and relax.I went in to the almost bare room and quickly removed all my clothes even my boxers,just in case,and lay down on the massage table,placing my head in the cushioned head. Aunt Linda leaned over, reaching for the pancakes when I noticed how loosely her pajama top fit her. And when she speared the cakes, I could see the swell of her breast, and how it sort of jiggled whenever she moved.She plopped a stack of three cakes onto my plate and said, "That OK?"I hesitated for a moment, darting my eyes away from her chest, and said, "Um... no." More? OK." And she leaned back over. I leaned in a little, and a little toward her, a pretense to helping make her work a little.