"I just hope you aren't going to let any of your boyfriends see you in that," I said in a dry throat."Oh Dad, I don't have any boyfriends," she said. ...With that, she bounced off to the back porch door. "Sherry and Ruth are over," she called out. "I'm going swimming with them, okay?" Okay," I called out to her, unable to resist turning in my chair to catch one last glimpse of her beautiful teenaged ass bobbling as she trotted outside.My cock was harder than ever as I sat there, unable to keep the. My ravaged chest; black gore and torn flesh that were once my sweet breasts. As sweet as hers. Sweeter. Kissed by Him.My hands touch her body. My hands, my tortured hands: their broken bones and gouged nail holes that weep slowly to my finger-tips. My breath is on her. Filthy, stale, salty, watery breath. The disgusting breath of rotting fish and seaweed washed onto a stony shore. Foul, disgusting, unearthly breath. Utterly corrupted.My body over hers. My silvery entrails falling, rotten and. "You're safe." Am I?" she asked, her voice slow and slurred."I promise," he said, meaning it. He still felt guilty, but he meant it."All right," she sighed."Try to eat something," he said. He fed her with a spoon, and she ate a few bites."It hurts," she complained.He knew she needed sleep more than anything else, so he used a little more of his precious laudanum.She closed her eyes again. In ten minutes she was sleeping deeply.Bob got the horse blanket and used it as a mat to lie on. Draping. David could hold out no more, the tightness of her pussy was just too much, he’d had a good innings and his body had tired. He looked down at Hanna once more; her features were so angelic, her hands clutched his wrists, he knew she have wanted him to go on until eternity. His seed had started to move, his balls ached for the want of release gradually he slowed his pace, Hanna knew that something was amiss, but knew not of what, David lifted onto his toes, leaning his body forwards until his.