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   Nikki@P.U. to All   
   Bridges 2 (1/2)   
   03 Oct 06 15:07:56   
   
   Bridges 2   
      
   By Loki925 (M/gg, pedo, inc)   
      
   I wake up to the giggles of Vicky and Patty it sure feels good to hear   
   them laugh. I say, "Come here, you two."   
      
   "Daddy!" They smile and jump into my open arms. I rub one hand on each   
   of their little butts and think this is going to be easier than I thought.   
      
   "How would you girls like to have pancakes for breakfast?"   
      
   "Yeah, pancakes!"   
      
   "Good, let's get you two dressed."   
      
   I expect them to jump off the bed and run off to get dressed, but   
   instead each one takes one of my hands and they give me a little pull.   
   "Good!" I think, "They now expect me to dress them and undress them."   
      
   I take the girls to their bedroom and take off each of their pajamas. I   
   let them remain naked in front of me for a few minutes. I want them to   
   get used to being nude in front of me like it is a normal everyday thing.   
      
   I ask each of them what clothing they want to wear and I help them get   
   dressed. I take them to the pancake house. We have a nice meal, and   
   after we eat I tell the girls that I am going to buy them some new   
   pajamas. They are more than thrilled.   
      
   I take them to the store and purchase the girls several pairs of sheer   
   nightgowns that I never knew came in little girl sizes. I also buy them   
   several new pairs of pink cotton panties. Later tonight I intend to have   
   the girls give me a "pajama and panties" fashion show.   
      
   We kill some time at the store. Then I take the girls with me to the   
   appointment with the lawyer. The lawyer gives me some really good news.   
   Ann really has no chance of taking the girls away from me. The bad news   
   is I have to get a 9 to 5 job, no more traveling.   
      
   As I drive home I think, "Good bye, Bitch!" When I get home I get the   
   mail and toss it on the kitchen table. I check the freezer and find that   
   it is almost empty. I decide to take the girls to the grocery store, so   
   they can pick out their favorite up-scale frozen dinners. They will cost   
   more, but I can't cook for shit.   
      
   I take the girls to the store and by the time we get home it's lunch   
   time. I make some sandwiches for us and we eat lunch. After lunch I tell   
   the girls that I need to do some paperwork and tell them to watch TV or   
   play in their room.   
      
   The girls go off and watch TV. I fill out my expense report and take   
   care of the double checking accounts. Then I start going over the mail   
   and find four strange envelopes from different insurance companies.   
      
   I open the first and it's a copy of an insurance policy Carroll bought   
   at the airport. I read the amount and it's for five-hundred-thousand   
   dollars. Thank you Carroll, you have just made my day! I open the other   
   three and find the same thing. That makes it two-million   
   five-hundred-thousands dollars. "Carroll," I whisper, "wherever you are,   
   thanks for the bucks and for my little cunts."   
      
   I make calls to each company and give them the required information and   
   they all tell me I will receive a check within the next five business   
   days. I burn a bridge and quit my job. I burn another bridge and call a   
   realtor and tell them I wish to sell my house as soon as possible.   
      
   I call the funeral home and they tell me that Carroll will have to have   
   a closed casket. I make arrangements for a private burial ceremony which   
   I and the girls won't attend. I plan to take the girls to the funeral   
   home tomorrow, so they can say goodbye to their mom.   
      
   The ceremony is for Ann even though she is a Bitch! She should be able   
   to see her sister off. I put off the "father and daughters" bath and the   
   "panties and pajamas" show for a couple of days, depending upon how the   
   girls do tomorrow after they say goodbye to their mom.   
      
   I decide to play wrestle with the girls. It will give me a chance to   
   touch them any way I want and let them get used to me touching them. I   
   pull up their shirts and lick their belly buttons. I feel their little   
   asses, and play with their covered cunts. They of course think it's all fun.   
      
   The day goes by fast and as I kiss the girls good night I am more than   
   pleased with my progress. The next morning arrives and I take the girls   
   to say goodbye to their mom and it goes a whole lot better than I   
   expected. I also have the funeral home mail and call the Bitch. No way   
   am I talking to her. One thing I do know is she will be more than pissed   
   when I do not show up with the girls.   
      
   I give the girls two more days before I give them their first special   
   bath. I start the bath with the "panties and pajamas" show. I am amazed   
   how well my little models take to being naked and having their pictures   
   digitally taken. When they are down to their last pair of pink panties I   
   announce that it is time for a bath.   
      
   I take my little pink panties-clad models into the bathroom. I run the   
   water and put in some bubble bath. I take my time stripping the panties   
   off each one of my girls. I admire their little cunts and soft little   
   girl skin. As the girls step nakedly into the water I have to mentally   
   talk my cock down.   
      
   When they are in the tub I say, "Patty, what do you call that?" and I   
   touch her hairless little cunt.   
      
   "That's my Pee-Pee."   
      
   I say, "That is a baby name. You are a big girl now and should call it a   
   big girl name like Pussy."   
      
   "OK."   
      
   I do the same with Vicky except I touch her ass and she calls it her   
   bottom, so I give her the name butt.   
      
   I go back to Patty and touch her flat nipples and she says, "Mommy   
   called them breasts."   
      
   I cringe for a moment, but the girls seem to have adjusted to their   
   mother's death. So I smile and say, "Did mommy tell you that your   
   breasts would grow?"   
      
   "Oh yes." They both answer.   
      
   "Mommy said our breasts would get as big as hers some day. Is that true,   
   daddy?" Vicky asked.   
      
   "Yes it is."   
      
   "Do you have a wiener, daddy? Mommy said boys have wieners." Patty asked.   
      
   "Well I am a boy, so I must have one."   
      
   The girls giggled. Their laughter made me feel good.   
      
   I take my hand and put it over Vicky's cunt. She giggles a little as I   
   rub her little hairless cunt. I do the same Patty. As I continue to have   
   fun with my girls I wonder, "What would one call two naked little girls   
   in a tub, being intimately washed by their daddy?" The only thing I   
   could think of was, "Fuckable."   
      
   I don't want to push this first little cunt-rubbing session too far, so   
   I give each of my little girl's cunts another rub or two. During this   
   first bath my cock goes up and down and my shorts become quite wet with   
   sticky pre-cum. I have been in this position before, only with girls a   
   lot older then these two.   
      
   Later that evening after I put the girls to bed for the night, I get a   
   phone call from the Bitch, but I don't give her a chance to talk and I   
   hang up on her. I wait about an hour before I go into my bathroom, lock   
   the door and whack off. With the thought of the bath running in my head   
      
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