Ada nibbled at her lip and glanced back and forth between me and the lifeless body of her daughter. "Dexter... does cumming mean... that when my daughter peed...?" Her voice was cut short, her eyes fell on the mess we were all covered with--the squirt of Ruth had soaked us all through, wetting Kerry right through the skirt, dripping down my chest, and even glittering in the hair of Ada.
Her face was a horror and fascination at the same time. "Dexter… Kerry… I'm so sorry for my daughter…" The shame in her voice was so thick, and her fingers were so twitchy that she would have liked to reach out and clean the mess, but was not allowed.
I moved nearer, and my voice lowered to a low, comforting pitch. "Aunt Ada… It's okay…" I touched her, my fingers caressing her shoulder, my touch soft yet proprietary.
"Actually… that means Sister Ruth felt really happy… and really good… when my cock was inside her…" I smirked, my gaze darkening with lust. "That's why she came… I call it squirting… "
