I think I now enjoy having sex with my father. This was a cessation. He started to film it around 4 years ago and weve earnt money together, some of our videos are on redtube and other sites. It was beautiful; we were one, my father and I. At such moments, I would really try to feel and have fun, I would let my guard down to see if I would be alive again.
That day, I grew up, I grew old and I died. It is difficult to say exactly what daddy told me, but it was obvious that he wanted to have me on bed. Sometimes, it pricks me that what we are into is highly sacrilegious, but such thought would only last for few minutes. The movie started mid-way through. He knows, I thought. It still goes on now and it's so nice. I made myself as adorable as he liked. In fact, I became obsessed with that video collection, glancing at it furtively whenever I passed the cabinet. He told me it was our secret, our special thing, and no one should know about it. The tears were streaming from both our eyelids. While I was preparing to leave the house, my father who is a popular businessman walked up to me in my room and handed me an envelope containing my school fees and other things that I had requested. With my dad it was perfect, he knew just what I wanted, and how. Instead, I got the shock of my life. I became a living dead, dead inside and alive only in looks. It was usually the best birthday present he gave me, a passionate night of love making right out of a romance novel. I remember the families that fought themselves over me, the brothers that would never forgive each other, the scandalized churches and governments, the suicides, the bankruptcies. But much like Windsong, these porn flicks stayed on my mind. It is true what they say. Thinking about our perfect love brought me tears and gave me joy. Right now I have cried all night because I heard my dad having sex with my mum am and am so jealous and see my mum as competition at times. Luckily, making me squirm was the only thing he was getting off on. There is no pain worse than the pain of death. Then I opened the cabinet and pulled out a movie -- it was called "Brown Sugar. He had forgotten his baggie of weed. I think I now enjoy having sex with my father. I bided my time for an opportunity to view "Brown Sugar. I arrived late in the evening.
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