Did I want her to stop me? I guess part of me did, the social citizen, the professional man, the mature voice. But there was fire inside me, like I never felt before, and it created a fusion between Cat and me, connecting us, and it felt truer than the rest.<br/><br/>She did encourage me, my little girl, and I found myself thinking how much I loved her, she was right, there could be nothing wrong when people loved each other so much. Like a good soldier, I tried to fight it though, but it didn't look like it and my words carried a very poor feeling of what was inside me at that time "I need you so bad now Cat, I don't know what I'm doing, don't" and I kept kissing her.<br/><br/>I gasped loudly when she touched my manhood, the one that gave her life, her gesture was so beautiful and exciting, a tremor went thought my spine and to a lover I would have said "stop you'll make me cum too fast" but to her I moaned "so good, why I want you so much my little babe?" I could smell her, her intimate smell, Cat was wet for me "I'm not sure..." I felt like a young boy again "...I can do it... right" I was so afraid to come as she would straddle me and break the moment. Then I realized it was way too late and I had completely crossed the river and was on the other side already and I just wanted to love her like a man, like... her dad.<br/><br/>"Come here my baby love" I put my hand under her, and pulled at her bottom with a finger, I felt skin, soft hair, and wetness. My sweet girl's nectar.<br/>