39 Steering The Conversations (1/2)

I head upstairs in a panic, forgetting that my daughter is currently taking a shower, washing my spunk off her voluptuous body, so even if Alice wants to gift my daughter an accursed cross, she wouldn't be able to right away.

Alice is in my daughter's room, sitting on the bed and reading the bible. She looks a lot like my daughter right now, especially with her legs crossed, revealing a bit more of her thighs for me to see.

With her costume, she is supposed to be a hot nun. I mean just a nun, who wears very sexy clothes.

Honestly, how did her father manage to not bust a nut, seeing her like that? Perhaps due to the godly fear of her mother. Or perhaps he already did all over the bathroom like me. I mean like Richard before me. Hah!

”Is there something wrong, Mr. Wilson?”

Alice questions after I practically barge into the room and stare at her wide-eye. She eludes a form of sexiness that is not the same as my daughter. A more mature kind, but still as innocent as my daughter.

Damn. I can't wait to get into her pants.

Why should I let a little holy cross stop me from fucking her ass? In fact, I want to repay her for burning my hand.

Booboobooboobs.

Just kidding. I am worry about the cross. If it can hurt me, it can definitely kill me… again. Can I actually die again, though? Great Maker, I ask for your wisdom?

The Great Maker did not response. Nothing unusual.

”Ah. No. Nothing. I just want to say thank you for the gift, Alice. You had said that your sister crafts it? I'm curious. Did she craft it herself or someone helps her?”

I question, wanting to know more.

I also try to recall everything that I have known about her older sister. Besides being an overly hardcore religious nut, her sister is also as lovely if not more than her at her age. So logically speaking, her sister should be a lot hotter now.

Hotness grows with age to a certain point, then boom. You are f-ugly.

Actually, my bitch of a wife is pretty hot for her age, but I rather not stick my dick into her even if she begs for it. Like really begs for it. Hah!

”I think so, Mr. Wilson, but of course, she has the blessings from God.”

Alice answers with a smile.

And I don't think I can get more than that out of her in relation to the dangerous gift that she just gave me. It is not a normal cross by any mean since none of the crosses in the house burns me upon touch, and there are like shitloads of them in the house.

Perhaps it is due the blessing of God like Alice has said.

God is real. Richard seems to think so, and so do I as I possess him. But my only God is the Great Maker for gifting me with this awesome power. Hah!

”Of course, Alice. But out of curiosity, do you have one for my daughter and wife as well?”

I question. I already know the answer, but it is more or less me just making conversation. I actually get a lot more information from the thought bubble hovering above her head.

Alice is actually wondering whether she should ask me about that facial cream. She likes to have some for herself and her mother, who cares a lot about outer beauty and has taught Alice the same.

Awesome. It makes getting into her pants easier. Hah!

Good thing that my daughter tells her friends that only I can make such a cream. She obviously didn't tell how I make it. I mean what it actually is.

And my daughter should never do, considering not everyone in that all-girl school isn't as gullible and naïve as she is.

”Of course, Mr. Wilson. My sister crafts many since she is very worried. She said that there is a really evil spirit somewhere in the city, and these will prevent it from possessing us. Um. You should wear it just in case.”

I chuckle. Yeah. I am not going to wear it because I am not stupid enough. Burn me one, shame on me, but try to burn me again, I will split you open with my cock.

Actually, I am going to do that anyway.

”There is actually no need to wear it in the house, Alice. You know that my wife helps out at the local church every day and bring home a lot of holy relics. They are scattered all around the house, so I think it is pretty hard for an evil spirit to get inside.”

I point out. Totally bullshit, considering I am here. Wait. I am not an evil spirit. I am a perverted spirit.

Hah!

”Oh. Okay, Mr. Wilson. But please wear it when you are going out. I wouldn't you to be harmed by an evil spirit.”

Alice responses, but she didn't take off the holy cross that she is wearing around her neck. And I cannot really order her to take that off. I also cannot talk about the facial cream, considering it is supposed to be a secret.

She actually has to ask me it herself, allowing me to steer her into requesting a facial. It would be really fun. Hah!

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”By the way, Alice. Did you bring a change of clothes for tonight?”

I question. Again, just making conversation. I have plenty of things to talk about, actually. I could talk about what she wants for lunch. I could also ask her about my daughter and how she is at school.

Strange that I was never this good at talking to girl back in high school. Must be all the bullshits that I have spilling lately. It does build up my confidence.

”Yes, Mr. Wilson. My mum packs them for me. She said I need it for the slumber party tonight. I didn't think I was allowed to sleep over.”

Alice puts down the book and picks up one of the bags that she has brought with her. It contains a lot of things other than change of clothes and pajama.

I ponder why she didn't think she is allowed to sleep over. But it isn't really important. I need to steer the conversation to where I want it to go.