I'm here to help you, but I can't help unless you tell me why you're here."She leered at me, insolent, and slid onto the floor and began to crawl towa...rd me. She slinked seductively like a brazen, gothic sex kitten."Oh, I'll tell you why I'm here, Father Murphy," she said in a sober and businesslike fashion."I'm an addict. NO! I'm a junkie!I have to have it. I have to. I can't help myself. I'm addicted and obsessed. I can't get enough. I need it like food... like breathing."I backed up against. Joginder licked both the places while his other daughter went up and down on his hard shaft, telling him about the birthday girl. "She couldn't walk properly. When we asked she said she injured herself. But I know, daddy, she got fucked today. She walked exactly like Jasmine did when you took her virginity." Jasmine moaned when her name was mentioned. She forced her hips down on his tongue. "Aaahh, daddy...!" Now, Joginder realized that he was hard once again, skull-fucking Riya. Her eyes were. So there I went, struggling through long periods of time, with only pictures and wet dreams about my sister to comfort me. Finally the school term finished up, and I was able to return home with much anticipation of seeing my sister. As I came home that sunny day, I knew something was up; it’s just that sixth sense you get when you know something is gonna happen. All these thoughts ran through my head as I entered our family home and dropped my bags on the floor. The house was awfully still for. It was as if sex talk were a glue, and I could myself bonding to him, though the truth was much deeper than that, I was a sex addict, and he was supposed to be my ther****t.My periods were heavy and they left me almost anaemic, ending with me seeing my local GP and an intrusive examination. Because of the embarrassing situation I explained to him my parents did not know I was doing this, I wanted to keep it quiet, which opened the door to his abuses of me, which I reciprocated willingly.I.