♪ For the sake of Lydia - 04

I 'm not going to tell you . [Go to sleep, little girl... - Francis rejected his daughter] But the child did not give up so easily and lay down beside her mother and felt that mattress was wet; she sat on it and passed by carrying her mother's face. But the girl didn't answer me, she got in between her mother and I. She turned to Francilice with a bundle of money that had been returned to my side [- Go into your room Lidia - said Mother - Don't you see Peter is naked?]. That's when I saw that Lydia was naked [- What is it, daughter! - Francilice also seemed strange to see her like that - Wear underwear otherwise... - she stopped but understood what he meant][- There you are, mother! - Lidia lay down on his stomach - It's hot as hell and why should I sleep the way you do? How could I take a more energetic attitude if the mother herself seemed to approve, even knowing that it might turn into the biggest headache of my life did not recriminate his willingness to sleep with us, nor was she without clothes [- And Peter won't get on me... - spoke looking at her mother who turned as though unwilling to participate directly in this madness of your daughter - If well...][- Stop with it, Lydia ... - cut off - If you want to sleep here, all right, but let's leave this scoundrel - I will go back to Francilice - and you are guilty for this craziness your daughter.] Francis turned to me, stared at his daughter without knowing what to say. It was true that she had a part in the affair; but I could have taken more drastic action by stagnating this unconnected game on my birthbed. But no! I let myself be carried away with male-hunter sentiment and did not see into the future of what might happen to us - to Francilice, to Lydia herself who among all three is least likely to bear blame despite being responsible for such an extraordinary situation [I? He defended himself]. But I couldn't let that story go without my knowing the extent to which Francilice was involved, it was crucial for future events [- Wait! - I held Lydia's arm - We need to talk, all three of us. Lidia sat down again and leaned over to me, waiting for her reaction [- Let's go to sleep... - Francilice broke the heavy silence that had settled in the room - Then we talk about it, okay?]. She turned off the light and lay back on the bed. Lydia remained seated and I could feel her breathing change. Lidia lay down and snuggled up to me, positioning the bundle in such a way that my poop was brushing and hammering lightly on the pink bunch [- Good night little girl... - Francilice pulled her daughter towards herself - Don't be crazy, girl - she whispered into his ear - Look what you are going to prepare...]. Lydia smiled and put a stamp on her mother's lips ["Good evening, mommy" I listened as she spoke "Pupa no, I won't attack your male", he said softly, not listening carefully]. He turned to me and embraced me tightly, throwing his pelvis in my direction [- Good night daddy - he spoke so that the mother could hear - I want this pause inside of my pussy, see? - whispered so Francilice would not listen]. I wanted to give her a punch, just one, firm and strong at the moment when she positioned my head of roll exactly on the little door of eternal pleasure, but I restrained myself; it was not the right time or place for carrying out the girl's wishes [- Come here Lydia - Francilice called, knew what his daughter was doing]. I confess that I wanted to do what he asked me, was almost doing it, but continued playing with brushstrokes and Lydia trembled [- Lidia! - Francilice called again - Turn around or you go to your room!].