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“Good. We have to keep it that way.” Carol smiled at me slyly. “Want to see how okay I am with everything?”“Uh, sure.”“Lift up my dress. Feel my ass.” I did as I was told. No panties. “See? I did as I was told.”“Not quite. I said I had to see your cunt.”

“That is the coward’s way out. Dying solves nothing. It doesn’t make things right. It doesn’t make up for your crimes. It’s just a way to escape your guilt and avoid facing what you’ve done.”

The next night is much the same, as is the night after. It’s become as much of her nightly habits as anything else, her body always waking her with a fire in her crotch that can only be satiated with a visit to her father’s bed. As usual, despite the visit of the nighttime succubus each night, her father is happier and livelier than usual. The stress of his job and chores drained along with his balls. Sarah knew she should still be feeling bad about this, but there didn’t seem to be a reason for it. Her dad was feeling great, better than ever, and she was feeling the same. Her newfound lust wasn’t hurting her schoolwork or volleyball practice anymore and she was feeling more confident when her friends brought up sex. She had thought on one time to show her friends one of her videos of swallowing a huge load of cum, just to brag, but decided against it. It wouldn’t be good for anyone to ask any questions on who she was getting it from.