I winced, shifted my weight, but didn't set Belle down. She remained perched on my hip as I gave him a nervous wave.

"G'night, Daddy," Belle called in a cheery voice, waving as well.

Mr. K took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and nodded slowly. He waved back to us, and then turned to walk back to his own house, moving as if he had aged two decades in the span of the Last two hours.

The air was quite cold outside, so I stepped back and closed the door without Letting Belle down from my hip. If you asked me in that very moment, I would tell you I had no intention of losing physical contact with her skin again for the rest of my life. Only when we turned around and came face-to-face with Mother did I remember that we weren't in the house alone. And then I blushed and stared nervously at my feet while

Mother arched an eyebrow and gave us a curious look.

“Good evening, Belle," she finally said, quite politely.

"Um, good evening," Belle replied rather timidly.

Mother Looked thoughtful, and apparently decided not to make any further inquiries. In the end, she pursed her lips, shook her head, and turned to walk away without saying another word.

I carried Belle all the way up to my room.

Fifteen seconds after I closed the door, I brushed her strawberry-blonde bangs back from her forehead just before Lowering my

Lips to my baby Belle's.

Two minutes later, my tongue slid into her already moist pussy, preparing the way before wrapping around her Baby Belle.

Five minutes after that, my cockhead burrowed inch by inch into her tiny tight twat, Belle moaning her arousal against my chest while I dug my toes into the mattress.

Ten minutes Later, she cried her orgasm into my neck, gripping me with all four Limbs while I groaned and responded in kind, filling her up with all my Liquid Love.

“I Love you, Matty," she whimpered in the aftermath, happy tears in her eyes.

Still buried deep within her, I kissed her tenderly and replied, "I'll love you forever... my Annabelle."

“Ha ha, very funny,” Sam drawled when Belle opened the front door on

Saturday morning, clad in my white button-down dress shirt and one of my ties. On her petite 5'1" frame, the shirt tails hung down past her knees.

We were all outside on the front porch. Before I'd left to go pick them all up, Belle had expressly told me to let the girls into the house through the front door so she could greet them in this manner. But Zofi and Mari never made it past the front entryway.

Zofi had a dance thing to get to. Mari, likewise, couldn't stick around for long, as her family was meeting up with her cousins. They at least had time enough for Belle to ask if there had been any fallout from

Mother's little taxi run Last night (i.e.

“Did your parents get mad about you coming home drunk and without your car?"). While none of the parents were pleased, nobody got grounded or anything Like that, and while Mother didn't exactly earn brownie points for being a supposed chaperone who let the girls get that drunk in the first place, at least they appreciated a grown-up returning their teenaged daughters home in one piece.

After that conversation, Zofi and Mari exchanged hugs with everyone and then left to drive home in their own cars. But Belle, Sam, Naimh, and

Alice didn't have anything planned and were happy to have a spontaneous hangout for a bit.

Don't ask me how, but somehow we ended up in front of the big TV playing video games. At least, Alice, Belle, Naimh, and I ended up playing Mario Kart 64 while Sam and Mother ended up sitting at the dining table chatting about... Well, I have no idea what they were chatting about. I was still super-confused about how Sam and Mother had started bonding recently, and didn't know how to feel about that. So I just played the video game and tried not to think too hard about it.