Chelsea’s hands reached up and gripped around my back. Sex Sick reasons to continue what I was doing. I would never trust myself around young girls again. She would cry in excitement. A girly little moan escaped her mouth down near my penis. The pelvis in my grip bucked up and down into my face. All the good, and all the bad. Her mother would fall under depression and resentment. “Can you help me?” I asked. To have their own personal agenda placed before that of the masses. Oh so gently, I caressed her lips. Chelsea’s mouth broke motionless on my dick. I continued licking inside of her. They were feeling me; they now reacted and starting sizing me up. She was getting wetter. I could spend weeks just feeling and looking at it. Only I should have to suffer. She would cry in excitement. “Can you help me stop liking girls your age?”
“No! Suck the saliva from her mouth. She would let me do it all to her. A leash I could use to keep her from running. Three years of touching herself for pleasure and then walking into puberty with her father leaving, because of her, solely because of her; I was a monster, I snapped a branch inside my daughter.
