I could see in his eyes that he was conflicted, but there was no denying the wants of his body. xxx 18 I felt her naked suppleness pressed to me, the way her lithe muscles worked beneath the flesh, and I could not stop myself. Vita looked at me from over our daughter’s shoulder, his red eyes wild. Joy pounced on me, and I wrapped my arms about her in a maternal embrace, and let her vent her hatred, her darkness. And from that evolution, came new ideas. So great was Vita’s girth, that I could feel his bulge through the pressing flat of my daughter’s pelvis. But I would not demand to be filled, for my pleasure was begot only from the debasement of my daughter.
