” I was suddenly very grateful that we were almost back at my house. She seemed to fall asleep on the way there, and as we pulled in to the driveway..., I nudged her shoulder gently “Princess, we’re home.” “Okay” she muttered, not doing anything about it. I sighed and got out of the car, going around to her side and sliding her out. I picked my baby girl up like I used to when she was a child and began to carry her toward the house. “Daddy?” she croaked“Yes Princess?”“I don’t feel very good.”“I. She let out a scream that I thought would bring the police and then she collapsed with her legs loosely around my neck.I couldn't move. My nose was now in her pussy slit and I loved the smell as much as the taste. Finally she moved and mumbled, "Comere" which I interpreted as come up and kiss my mouth you fool, and I did.This kiss was soft and tender and loving. When it broke we sort of lay against each other. I was dressed but my limp cock still hung out of my jeans limply. Pam's blouse was. Still, in all ways that matter, my kind is timeless. When it came to this mission, Her Majesty thought so. The PM thought so. Even the girl's titled father thought so. They all knew that my skills and talents, along with the Walther PPK I carried in my pocket, were just as dangerous as any book of incantations. I walked up to the bar."What can I get you?" asked the barman."For starters, I'll have a Vodka Martini, molested; not stirred." What?" asked the man."Do I have to explain your business. I was busily carving away at my piece when she came up behind me. “How is it coming along?” she asked sweetly. I was digging into the side of the clay with my tool, not paying attention but rather shooting daggers at Danni with my eyes. She was trying her best to hold in her laughter while I went red. “Umm, it’s alright. I guess I’m a bit rough,” I replied sheepishly, realizing that I had carved a really jagged edge into the side of my model. And I kid you not, she replied back with the.