A dark complexioned Indian-girl was similarly ripened, and her time had come. Flexing her yellow wings, the Nympha began to hover clumsily to the ceil...ing; awkward from the great bulk of her womb. But in moments she reached the ceiling, and clung to it. Her wings began to stretch, expand, unfold further - covering the girl's body entirely, and a strange film seemed to cover the colorful mass.A cocoon. The wing-covered mass seemed to swell and bulge, pulsating with new and changing life. Then, a. I used to love to snuggle down and rub my bottom against it and feel it grow hard under my panties, making my little twat warm, too. Daddy's cock was really big and hard as stone a lot of the time. My Mom would look over at me in his lap and say, "Aren't you a bit big to be in your daddy's lap?". I think she was just jealous of me. Daddy loved to play with my long red hair and bounce me up and down on him. I know he used to cum a lot when we did that. After he'd cum, if we were alone, he'd rub. I did manage however, withthe help of a long-handled brush. I would not ordinarily have washed myhair, but as a special concession in honour of Jane's work in rescuingme, I did struggle to do so by standing at the wash stand and bending myhead over into the bowl. When all was completed I dried myself thoroughlyand climbed back into bed to await either Martha's or Jane's return.Five minutes later there was a knock on the door and Martha's voicecalled out. "Have you finished yet?" Yes. But where. My bladder was telling me I had to go now, so I went to sit down on the toilet. He pulled on my leash."No, not there, lie down in the tub. I want to see," he said wickedly.I was totally shocked. There was no mention of water-sports in my journals. David had never asked me to do anything like this before, this was something new, it seems my son is kinkier than I could have imagined."But David… I don't think…," I started to protest."Do as you are told pet or I will have to get out that whip you.