god troubles me

The next Saturday night looked to follow the same as the others, but even as Sarah awoke just after midnight there was a greater urgency. Perhaps it was the fact that without school that day she had been lazing around for most of it, or perhaps the fact that her nightly drinks weren’t enough to satiate her anymore. As usual Sarah strode in through the open door of her father’s room, not bothering to tiptoe anymore knowing it wasn’t necessary. With a gentle flick the sheets of her father’s bed came sliding off and fell to the floor. Sarah crawled like a cat onto the bed, she had stopped wearing clothes a few nights before and her modest bosom grazed the top of his legs as she made her way up to her usual spot.

This one is a spin-off of "rate the above user's last favourited image" as I felt that was a bit restrictive sometimes.As you all will know. When you open another user's profile it will show a tab called "recent favourites" which consists of the last 5 images added to favourites.In this forum you choose 1 of these 5 images for the above user, give it a personal rating, and explain why it got that rating... simple as that.

“Who said I was talking about Daddy?” I grinned, with a meaningful glance towards the corner of the room where Bruce was curled up having his post-sex nap.“Seriously?” she gasped, glancing quickly back and forth between Daddy and me.