For her part, Amélie wrapped her arms around my neck and her legs squeezed even tighter around my waist, her fingernails beginning to scratch at my thankfully shirt covered back. Her body wiggled against mine and the sounds of our sex and the scent of her sopping wet cunt filled the air of the room. Our bodies collided with abandon as we fucked like animals, my hands taking hold of her tits as my lips kissed up to her neck. I kissed at her neck and suckled on her soft skin, my teeth playfully biting at her neck as well. My hands on her tits massaged them firmly, giving her nipples the occasional pinch as our hips collided faster and faster.
Our bodies soon erupted in a cacophany of passion and orgasmic bliss, thick ropes of my cum flooding into her pussy, as my Amélie’s body quaked against mine, her warmth seeping into my body as we clung onto each other for dear life. The moment was perfect, which was why I was more than a little surprised and upset when I heard Vincent cough, clearing his throat. “I thought it would be okay to interrupt you, you’ve been staring at that table for a few minutes now, Jules. I thought I’d come and tell you that we should be ready for the first animals by about four in the afternoon tomorrow, so you can bring the animals back. We’ll have the fences up and all the supplies we’d need for them on site. Well, have a good night.”
I stared at him in confusion, giving a nod as Vincent walked off. Whatever Vincent was, the one thing I knew him to be was honest. He honestly did not see me having sex just now, so I turned to my daughter. “Why.. didn’t he see you, or see us having sex?”
Amlie gave me a frown, “Don’t ask that, daddy, you don’t want to know the answer.”
“I think I do, Amélie, and I think that I deserve one.” I said firmly, but still with love in my eyes, though concern was setting in as well.
“I’m not really sure, you didn’t really bring me back. Not fully. I don’t know if I’m really here and only you can see me, or if I’m a figment of your imagination. I have memories, but are they your memories of me? I’ve been worried since you brought Vincent back and he never saw me, none of them saw me. I’ve yelled and yelled, and only you’ve seen me.”
Immediately, I wrapped my arms around Amélie and held her body to mine. I didn’t know if she were really here or not, but she was me first priority. I’d get answers one way or another.
Henry Oldman says
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