On March 23rd my life changed forever.

I awoke with a start to the sound of my mobile phone ringing. I had been out for a celebration with some friends and had drunk more red wine than perhaps I should and so it took a few seconds for my eyes to focus on the clock and me to realize that it was 3:40am in the morning. It was long past the lambing season and none of the local farmers had any calves due as far as I knew so I was mystified as to who could be ringing me so early. Picking up my phone I answered the call.

"H..Hello! Who is it?"

"Is that Mr Neil D'Arcy, Veterinarian Surgeon at Croft Farm in Ravenstarn?". The voice was authoritative and formal which chilled me somehow.

"Yes. Yes it is. Can I help you?"

"I have some bad news I'm afraid and need you to be in Manchester Royal Infirmary as soon as possible."

Within half an hour I had phoned a neighbour to take care of my dogs, packed a bag and was heading down the winding roads away from our village in my ageing Range Rover at break neck speed towards the motorway to face the tragedy that had befallen my family.

I lived in a converted farmhouse in a sleepy little village called Ravenstarn in the Lake District in the UK (an area known as Cumbria) and owned a veterinarian practice in the nearby town of Kendle. I loved my job and where I lived although the area could get a little isolated in the winter. I was not married and had no children of my own but and acted as doting Uncle to my sister Sophie's little young girls, Ellie and Maddy and took great delight in leading her stockbroker husband David astray whenever we all got together. Sophie was always trying to match me up with female friends but I was happy to play the bachelor and enjoy her family whenever I visited their cramped suburban Manchester home or they stayed over at my farmhouse. There was another reason for me not getting married, a reason only known to a handful of people including my sister Sophie.

I was a pedophile.

I had known that I liked children, sexually I mean, since I was a teenager. When all of my friends started lusting after big breasted girls with pubic hair I was secretly lusting after their little sisters with flat chests and hairless pussies. Not that I ever had much of a chance of doing anything with a little girl. I was too scared, especially with the public attitude in the United Kingdom towards pedophilia to actually get inside a little girl's panties so I contented myself with volunteering to babysit young children so I could see them naked at bath time even if I could not take things any further. In addition I downloaded pictures from the internet although I had to hide them very carefully.

My sister Sophie discovered me viewing my pictures (as a teenager) and refused to speak to me for a week although she did not tell anybody else (something I was eternally grateful for). I realized that we had to discuss my sexuality so I waited until both of us were alone then walked into her bedroom. We had a blazing row with her calling me a pervert and a freak and me telling her she was being stupid and overreacting. Then something wonderful happened.

She accepted me and more importantly she accepted my sexuality. Apart from a stern lecture from her about not being careful enough, being caught and what the consequences were, she hugged me hard with us both crying and she left me in peace. Nothing more was said until after her children were born and then Sophie drew me aside and whispered

"If I find you touching my little girls in the wrong way then I'll go straight to the Police but I don't mind you looking. You can look as long as you don't touch and that's OK with me."

I never let her down. I loved David and Sophie's children as though they were my own and had always doted on them. In return Sophie always made sure that I was involved with their bath times and they were allowed to walk around naked if it was 'only Uncle Neil' in the house. The very thought that any harm had occurred to either Maddy or Ellie made me sick with dread.

When I arrived at the hospital, I knew at once that something was terribly wrong. One of the nurses took me away to a private room and shortly afterwards, the duty accident and emergency consultant told me that both my sister and brother-in-law were dead, my youngest niece had a broken arm and my oldest niece had head injuries and was still unconscious.

My head swam and I sat down suddenly not really believing the words before the tragedy crashed down over me. Then it sank home and I sat rocking with my eyes closed and cried like a baby.

Sophie, David, Ellie and Maddy had been visiting a shopping centre in Sheffield, driving over the notorious "Snake Pass" that crossed the hills between the two cities. They had enjoyed a fantastic day making custom Teddy Bears and eating lots of ice cream (or so Maddy had said to the Police) and had been driving back home when a teenager in an old sports car had come over the brow of a hill on the wrong side of the road and crashed headlong into the family Mercedes.

Sophie, David and the teenager died instantly but by a miracle both of the girls had survived. By sheer luck, another car caught up with them less than five minutes later, dialled emergency services and probably saved Ellie's life.

I thought of the children, composed myself as well as I could and asked to see the bodies. Seeing both Sophie and David laid out in the mortuary was almost more than I could stand. Gritting my teeth I reminded myself that I was a vet and life and death was just part of my business. I needed to be strong for the children. As I rode up in the lift with the duty consultant and entered the children's ward, Maddy gave a wail and ran to me and I scooped her up in my arms being careful not to put any pressure on the plaster cast supporting her newly broken arm. Sitting down together in a chair, She told me about everything that had happened with tears streaming down her face. Now that I was sure that she was OK, I needed to see her big sister.

Ellie was in one of the intensive care beds, wired up to dozens on monitors with her head bandaged and a drain in her chest. She had cracked ribs, a collapsed lung and severe concussion and was still unconscious although the nurse reassured me that she was showing signs of waking up. Ellie had Turner Syndrome and had spent much of her early childhood in hospital, having a heart operation, her webbed neck corrected and coping with multiple ear infections. This was one more hospital visit that she did not need.

I sat at her bedside for over two hours holding her hand, just listening to the hiss of the machine helping her to breathe and the beep of the heart monitor. All of a sudden she groaned loudly, squeezing my hand tightly and all the emotions that I had been holding in check overflowed as both Maddy and I cried with relief that Ellie was still with us.

The following days were very hard. One of the junior vets in the practice took over my case load as I sorted out all the practicalities. David was an only child and I was Sophie's only brother. In their will, Sophie and David had named me as sole benefactor and had asked me to look after their children if anything had ever happened to them. The enormity of my responsibilities started to sink in. I was now a single father looking after six and eight year old little girls and my life had changed forever. The girls would, of course, have to move into the farmhouse with me and leave their life in Manchester behind forever.

After a week or so, Ellie was fit and well enough to leave the hospital so we stayed at their family home whilst I prepared everything for the funeral and sent out all the invitations to friends and family. The actual funeral passed in a swirl of misery and to be honest I was very grateful when it was all over. I guess that all three of us wanted a bit of peace and some degree of normality so I arranged for a small removal van to pick up all of the girls' belongings and finally our convoy arrived back at the farmhouse.

My farmhouse was fairly large and had five bedrooms (one of which I had and one was used as a study) so there was plenty of space for them to have a bedroom each although they decided to share which is what they had done in their old house. I enrolled both children in the local village primary school which had a good reputation and luckily had spare places for Ellie and Maddy. Despite still being very traumatised from what had happened, they started to settle in. I needed some help looking after the children during the day but my Mum lived in the next village so was able to drop them off at school, pick them up and generally cover at the times at which I could not be there. Although I had never looked after young children for an extended period before, I was a good cook, good at bedtime stories (or so Maddy informed me) and a good Uncle. I now needed to learn how to be a good Daddy.

The two weeks were a nightmare. Maddy and I had been open in our grief and had cried frequently, discussing what had happened and how our lives had changed completely. Ellie kept everything inside and as there was nobody else to blame, blamed me for destroying her life and for everything that had happened. She was a child of rage, shouting at me, telling me

"I won't do what you want - you are NOT my Daddy!"

screaming at the teachers and walking out of the school on a number of occasions. I was close to despair and had no idea what to do. If I could not make this work then I would have to put her into foster care. My Mum was too frail to be able to look after an 8 year old full time. She came home and went upstairs into her bedroom and returned downstairs with a suitcase.

"I hate you and am going to look for somewhere else to live!"

I knew this was attention seeking but her dramatic speech gave me an idea. I knew Gareth, one of the people who helped to run the children's home in Kendle so I made a brief call and asked him for a favour - whether he would mind if I borrowed one of the bedrooms at the home for an evening. Without a word, I found a large box from the garage and bundled all her toys into it. Both Ellie and Maddy stared at me open mouthed as I threw of her things into the back of the car and then ushered the children in.

"I have had enough of you!", I shouted at the astonished Ellie, "so you CAN live somewhere else!"

Without saying another word I drove over to Kendle to the children's home and led Ellie inside.

"Here is your new bedroom"

I said and dumped her suitcase and toy box in the spare room that Gareth had cleared for the evening. Ellie just looked at me with a stormy expression as if to say 'What idiotic thing is he doing now.' Without another word I put Maddy in the car and drove away.

When we were just out of sight, Maddy looked at me in anguish.

"Please, please don't do this!", she begged. "I love Ellie even if she is being stupid!"

I hugged Maddy tightly.

"Of course I'm not giving her to the children's home!", I told her. "She does need to realize that what she is doing is hurting you and me though."

Maddy hugged me tightly and cried with big gasping sobs. "I love you so much!", she said.

I took Maddy to a nearby pub and we both had a large glass of Coca-Cola. When I was sure that Ellie had been there long enough I parked the car out of sight and Maddy and I walked quietly to the entrance of the children's home. Gareth let us in without making a sound and we crept upstairs to the bedroom in which we had left Ellie.

Ellie was curled up in a little ball crying her heart out. The sight of her in such anguish tore at me and I felt my own eyes filling up but I had to do this.

"Well?", I said.

Ellie walked over to me on her knees and laid her head on my lap. She looked up at me with tear stained puppy dog eyes that could have melted anyone's heart.

"I'm sorry. Really, really sorry!", she said. I started to speak but she cut me off.

"I really need to say this!", she said sitting up. I sat down next to her to listen.

"I still hurt inside and miss my Mummy and Daddy so much - but they're gone now. They're never coming back are they."

I nodded numbly. "I hurt inside too", I said with all sincerity.

"I don't want an Uncle - I need a Daddy! So does Maddy!"

Maddy nodded with tears in your eyes. I felt awful and rejected. I was obviously never going to replace Sophie and David.

"I was so angry with you. I thought you didn't want me. I've no Mummy and Daddy and can't stand that! I want to be your real little girl not like when you were just our Uncle. I want you to be my Daddy who loves me! I want to call you Daddy!"

I flung my arms around her and Maddy joined in the hug. I had got it all wrong. Ellie did love me but just needed me to show her how much I loved her. That I could do. Everything was going to be all right.

"I would be honoured to be your Daddy!", I said with humility, "really and truly! I love you both so much it hurts! I will sort out the papers tomorrow."

I shook Gareth's hand and he smiled at me. "Better get these things back out to the car then!", he said.

On April 25th barely a month after that fateful accident, Eleanor Louise Harrison became Eleanor Louise D'Arcy, Madeleine Freya Harrison became Madeleine Freya D'Arcy and I became their Daddy. Overnight Ellie became a different child. She was loving and caring, stopping to hug me as often as she could. She was polite and courteous in school and high marks in her school work showed me just how hard she was trying. Both Maddy and Ellie were truly wonderful children and a joy to be with. The mood in the house lifted. I returned to work but scheduled things so that my Mum and I could share the dropping off and picking up from school and if I needed to go on a later visit to a farm, I could take both kids with me (wellies are essential believe me!).

However organised you are, looking after a six and eight year old child is hard work and life becomes a whirlwind of rushed breakfasts, packed lunches, school runs, work, helping with homework, teatime together and a brief periods of togetherness before bath-time and bed. I was exhausted but was slowly getting used to it.

We had passed one hurdle but others lay ahead of us. Just after our lives started to become a little more normal, Ellie started having flashbacks about the car crash. She would not suffer every night but when she did would wake up screaming and dripping with sweat several times in the same night. To my intense relief, Maddy did not seem to suffer from the same problems although she had many wet beds and she ended up wearing 'pull-ups' just in case she could not get up in time although Ellie did wake her up often.

The lack of sleep for Ellie and myself started to take its toll. Ellie was hollow-eyed, ashen faced and fell asleep in class more than once (although I did explain the circumstances to her teachers who understood). I felt intensely weary and although my heart ached for my suffering little girl, I would have given anything for an unbroken night's sleep. I had to do something, anything to help her. We tried going to a child psychiatrist but he just explained that this was part of her grieving process and would go away eventually.

Ellie wanted to sleep in my bed with me so that she did not feel scared. I was terrified of my sexuality getting the better of me and abusing my beautiful little daughter so insisted (after plenty of cuddles) that she went back to her own bed. I was on the point of despair and wondering if this would never end. Oddly enough it was acceptance of my own sexuality that allowed Ellie to heal and for us all to get some sleep.

One Friday night after a hard days work in May, I bathed both children and put them to bed at eight o'clock. I was exhausted but my mind was still active so I watched an action film on television and went to bed just after ten o'clock. My head has just hit the pillow when a shrill burst of crying came from Ellie and I had to get up to cuddle her and try and get her back to sleep. Ellie work up another couple of times and I felt resigned to an entire night without sleep. Intensely weary I bashed my head against the pillow and managed to get to sleep again just after two o'clock. A short while later, Ellie woke me up again with an ear splitting scream and a burst of crying. Grinding my teeth with frustration, I roused myself out of bed and padded over to her bedroom to try and settle her down.

When I got to Ellie's room she had woken up fully and was crying for her Mummy, something that I could not provide however much I wanted to. I sat on her bed and held her in in my arms, rocking her gently and whispering "Shhh" to try and get her to calm down and stop crying. Despite all the noise, Maddy was still fast asleep and showed no signs of stirring. By now, Ellie had quietened down but still had a look of sheer terror in her eyes - a fear of falling asleep and confronting the monsters of her mind. I knew, from what we had been told, that her night terrors was her own way of confronting the grief she felt for the loss of her own Mummy and Daddy and felt powerless to help.

Looking up to the clock on her wall, the time was 3:50am and I was so tired that I was not thinking rationally. I was close to despair although I felt nothing but love for her and sadness at her suffering. I needed to find a way of distracting her for long enough for us both to have some sleep. A sudden idea, born of desperation, came into my head although if I carried it through it would change the relationship between us forever. If I could touch her sexually, maybe I could give her an orgasm and knock her out with that.

The demons of guilt gnawed at me and I could hear Sophie's voice in my head telling me what a monster I was. I was now her Daddy, the person she trusted more than anybody in the world. How could I possibly betray that trust and molest her?

I started to tuck her in to settle her down and a wail of despair came from her. "Please, please Daddy don't go! I can't sleep, it's too scary!". I thrust the demons away and made up my mind.

"Ellie", I said tentatively, not quite believing that I was going to go through with this, "do you trust me, and know I would never, ever hurt you?"

She nodded and looked up with absolute trust and said "Of course I do."

"There is a way that I can get you to go to sleep but you can never tell anybody else or I could get into very big trouble. Do you promise?"

She seemed to think about it for a few seconds but then nodded vigorously.

"OK", I said, "but I need to get some things from the bathroom first."

I left the bedroom light on and made a brief detour to the bathroom, gathering up a couple of big bath sheet towels, some baby oil and some toilet roll to clean my hands off afterwards. I kept feeling that I was betraying her and she in turn might betray me to the Police and I might end up in prison. I could just picture her pretty blue eyes streaming with tears as I was led away and it filled me with a cold dread that chilled my soul. I countered these demons with the thought that I loved her and was doing this out of love and to make her happy. I forced my legs to work and walked back into the bedroom.

I lifted back Ellie's duvet and she gave me a puzzled and quizzical look as I eyed her up and down. She had a full length nightie on and knickers on underneath. Maddy was a bit of a tomboy and preferred pyjamas but Ellie had always preferred nighties. Not able to meet her gaze at first I said

"Ellie - In order to make you sleep, I need to touch you in a naughty place, between your legs. I..."

She looked me straight in the eyes. "You have never hurt me and always made me happy. If you need to touch my widgie I won't tell anybody - not ever!"

All the emotions that had been held back within me came out at that moment. She was now MY little girl and she loved me. My own love for her and my conflicting emotions over what I wanted to do stabbed me inside and tears came pouring down my face. Her face crumpled too and she started crying.

"Daddy! What's wrong! Please don't cry, I love you so much!"

I sat down on the bed and she crawled over and sat on my knee. I hugged her tightly to me as we sobbed together. At that moment I was sure that I had made the right choice and that it would help her to feel better. Finally the beginnings of a smile flickered on her face and she looked up at me expectantly.

"What do we do now?", she asked, "But I think I need a wee-wee first!".

I shook my head as I knew a full bladder would heighten the sensations that she would have.

"Don't worry", I said, "you'll have time afterwards" even though I was sure she would not be able to last out.

I motioned for her to get up and folded one of the bath sheets into quarters and put it on the bad under where her bottom would be. Ellie stood up and I got her to lift her nightie up, staring at her little white knickers, savouring the moment. As I looked up at her she smiled.

"It's OK Daddy, you can pull them down. I don't mind."

I took hold of her knickers at both sides and slipped them over her firm little bottom down to mid thigh. Her little hairless pussy was just perfect, chubby little lips hiding all of her charms inside. My pedophilia had been awakened again and my cock sprang to attention in my pants. Despite the circumstances, this was one of the more erotic moments of my life.

"Your widgie is just beautiful!", I breathed.

Ellie blushed a rosy shade of red but beamed a smile back at me. "Thank you!", she said.

I pulled her knickers all the way down and Ellie stepped out of them.

"It will be easier without your nightie as well", I said, lifting it up and over her shoulders.

Ellie stood completely naked in front of me. She was a very pretty little girl who, like her sister had long blond hair and intense blue eyes although you could see the scar on her chest where she had had the heart operation, the fine scars on the neck where they had corrected her webbed neck and her slightly pixie like face which my local doctor had assured me was a result of her Turner Syndrome. I did not care. She was gorgeous!

After a fleeting few seconds admiring her beautiful body, I could tell that she was impatient to continue with whatever I had planned, not to mention fidgeting due to the pressure from her full bladder. Motioning for her to lie down again, I placed her in the right position with her bottom a third of the way onto the folded towel, her head on the pillow and her legs wide open allowing me to see her prominent little clitoris, unbelievably delicate labia minora and hidden inviting depths of her tiny, tight vagina.

She looked at me in anticipation. "What do we do now next?", she asked.

"I make you feel good!", I said smiling and Ellie grinned back at me.

I knelt at the side of the bed and opened the bottle of baby oil, pouring a small amount of oil into my left palm and anointing my right index finger and middle finger with a little oil. When I looked right into her eyes I again saw the look of absolute trust that she returned to me.

"Are you still OK with me touching you?" I asked.

She nodded again but gasped when my fingers first touched her outer lips and I smoothed the oil down the crack of her pussy. I closed my eyes briefly and my cock swelled as I savoured the wonderful experience of touching a little girl sexually for the first time. I would dearly loved to have taken my cock out and rubbed myself as I aroused my little daughter but dared not risk going that far.

I spent a while rubbing copious amounts of baby oil into her pussy and around her labia majora. I did think of rubbing around her anus but decided to leave anal penetration for another day. As I continued my gentle massage, she relaxed and let her legs flop open even further and closed her eyes enjoying the new sensations. Judging when I thought she was ready for the next stage, I let my index finger slide slowly down her now erect and enlarged clitoris. Ellie moaned softly and let her head sink back into the pillow, her eyes moving behind her tightly closed eyelids as if dreaming.

I decided to try involving her in a fantasy as a way to give her a first orgasm.

"Is there a boy at your new school that you like", I asked, "one that you might want to kiss?"

Ellie remained silent for a minute or so whilst I continued circling her clitoris and rubbed my fingers up and down her engorged pussy lips. When she spoke it was in a barely audible whisper.

"Timmy is nice.", she said in a conspiratorial voice. "He kissed me last week and touched my bottom through my skirt."

"I'm going to tell you a special story about Timmy", I said, "about him touching you and I want you to keep your eyes closed and imagine him doing it."

"Imagine that you are in school at lunchtime and both you and Timmy sneak away from the playground and back into the school into the boys toilets. You are nervous at being caught but he takes you into a cubicle and closes the door."

I increased the speed of my rubbing now and was pleased to see that Ellie could tolerate me touching her directly on the clitoris. I concentrated on rubbing her clit in little circles with the index finger of my left hand whilst I started to push the little finger of my right hand in and out of very start of her vagina but not deep enough that I hurt her cherry. Ellie was starting to move her hips just the slightest bit to match me and her breathing had started to get a bit deeper. She was surprisingly wet and not all of the moisture had come from the baby oil that I had applied earlier.

"Timmy starts to kiss you and as he kisses he puts one hand up your skirt and starts to pull your knickers down. It feels so wonderful that you let him and your knickers fall to your ankles so you step out of them. Timmy finds your widgie and starts to rub his finger down your slit as he kisses you."

Ellie was definitely moaning now. I think I had pitched it about right and she seemed to have the hots for the little guy whoever he was.

"You keep your eyes shut but find the zip on his shorts. You unzip them and they come undone and fall down. You pull down the front of his underpants and put your fingers around his willy. His willy feels big and hard in your fingers and Timmy moans when you do that."

Ellie was starting to move her hips faster now so I speeded up and rubbed her clitty harder. I also went slightly deeper into her baby cunt with my finger which did not seem to be hurting her. Abruptly she stopped and squeezed her legs together.

"Daddy", she said urgently, "I feel wonderful but I need a wee now! I'm frightened that I'll have an accident!"

"That's OK Ellie", I said smiling, "I want you to be really naughty and just wee where you are if you need to. The towel will catch it all and you won't have a wet bed."

Ellie looked somewhat worried but relaxed, putting her head back on the pillow and opening her legs again. I resumed my rubbing going faster and faster. She started humping her hips a little too to heighten the pressure against my finger. Ellie suddenly pushed her hips against me hard and my finger went in much deeper. I had broken her cherry! She squeaked loudly, opening her eyes and two fat tears ran down her cheeks.

"Ouch-y, ow, ow, Daddy! It hurts! It stings!"

I felt a complete monster. I had broken her trust by hurting her and it was possible she would never trust me to do anything like this again. If we did not continue right away I might never get another chance to give her the orgasm she needed. She sat up and looked at me with doleful eyes as if to say

"I trusted you. You hurt me!"

I wiped away the tears and hugged her.

"I'm really sorry poppet.", I said hugging her, "it'll be OK in a minute honestly."

She reluctantly lay down again and flinched as my finger touched her pussy but relaxed as I put more baby oil on my fingers and started massaging her clitoris again.

"OK now?", I asked her. She nodded.

"Not as stingy now!", she said.

I became bolder and gently and carefully slid my finger back into her pussy all the way inside. Ellie squeaked as my finger passed over her torn hymen but she relaxed again as the new sensations washed over her. The thought that I was finger fucking my own daughter gave me one of the strongest hard-ons I have ever had. I carried on rubbing her clitty faster and faster but now finger fucking her full depth in her pussy, my finger making audible squelching noises in her cunny. I swapped to my middle finger and Ellie gasped loudly when I entered her. I finger fucked her harder now, pushing my finger right to the end of her little vagina and bumping against her cervix on every stroke. I carried on the fantasy.

"Timmy lifts up your skirt and starts to rub his willy against your widgie and you feel the end of his willy inside your little slit. Imagine my finger is his willy going into your widgie!"

Ellie was making little "oh, oh" noises every time I pushed my finger into her slit and I could feel her tensing on the edge of orgasm, balancing the wonderful feelings she was getting against the tension she needed to stop herself losing control of her bladder. It was time to finish her off. I started finger fucking her faster and faster and rubbing her clitoris furiously. Putting my head down close to her ear I whispered to her

"It's wee-wee time Ellie!"

and pressed my thumb down hard into her bulging bladder. The result was spectacular!

Ellie shrieked as a powerful arc of her wee shot out of her beautiful slit almost missing the towel. She threw her head back hard into the pillow and groaned loudly as her first ever orgasm crashed through her young body filling every fibre of her being. I bit my tongue and suppressed a groan as I came hard in my pants, emptying my balls in squirts of absolute ecstasy.

"Oh .. God .. yes!", she breathed through gasping breaths, as she continued to wee and cum at the same time, pulses of pleasure continuing to flow from her widgie, through her tummy and up through her body. By the time her wee had slowed to a slight trickle her orgasm was nearly over. She squeezed her legs together hard over my hand indicating that she was now too sensitive for me to continue her intimate massage. I sat her up and cuddled her against my chest as she continued to gasp for breath and tremble and gradually calm down. I felt weak myself and it had been a long time since I had cum that hard. At last she regained her breath and turned to look at me with a sleepy look in her eyes but a beaming smile on her face.

"Daddy, that .. was wonderful!", she said.

I took the wet towel away from under her bottom replacing it with the dry one so she could get dry and ready for bed. The wet towel was nearly soaked though and I did not realize that a little girl could have such a big bladder! Ellie dried herself between her legs and I saw a few small spots of red on the towel although I did not draw her attention to them not wishing to frighten her. I got her to stand up, put her nightie back on and picked up her knickers but Ellie was determined to leave them off.

"I am never going to wear knickers in bed again!", she said firmly. "I want you to do that to me lots of times!"

I tucked her in and put her hand between her legs showing her how to play with her clitty and make herself feel good. She was a little bit sore after our session but she did try masturbating herself with me whispering encouragement to her. She was utterly exhausted by now though and was fast asleep in a couple of minutes. I turned to leave and noticed with shock that Maddy was awake and smiling sweetly at me. She beckoned me over and I bent down to listen to her.

"It's my turn next time!", she whispered to me with a suppressed giggle.

I kissed her goodnight and turned the light out. Having solved Ellie's sleep problem, I was in dire need of satisfying my own sexuality. Stooping to pick up Ellie's discarded knickers, I crept downstairs to retrieve my laptop, booted it up and opened one of my secret caches of kiddy pics. Despite having cum hard less than ten minutes previously, I has hard in seconds looking at my favourite pictures of little girls having orgasms, masturbating myself with Ellie's knickers and closing my eyes, picturing her hairless pussy and reliving the wonderful sexual experience of the last hour in my mind.

I groaned loudly then squirted three, four, five ropes of cum on my chest before wiping up all the cum with her knickers and depositing them in the laundry basket. I was mentally and physically exhausted so crawled into bed and knew nothing before ten o'clock the next morning.