Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience.
 
 Wow, I am so sorry it took so long to write a new post in here.  Honestly,
I have been busy with work and the church and of course my little Angel. 
I'm also a little lost.  I have been doing some soul searching.  It's a
little difficult not to when you happen to work in a church 5-6 times a
week.  I have been keeping up with the e-mails I receive, so I am happy to
report that.  Small victories I guess.

   After the shoe shopping trip at the mall, I had so many conflicting
thoughts and feelings to deal with but the inescapable truth was that I was
still very much turned on by the events that I had been letting take place.
When we got home that night, we spent a relaxed evening watching TV or a
movie, I can't recall.  When she finally went to bed, I let the events of
the day play through my mind.  I unbuttoned my jeans partly to just relax
and to let my overfilled belly breath a little.  I really need to get my
Angel away from this obsession with Saturday night pizzas.  But I also
undid my jeans to let my aching dick stretch a little.  I had already set
my mind to thoroughly "enjoying" the memories of the events that took place
that day.

   I let the images of the day's event start to unfold in my mind.  My
heart raced as just the thought of what I had done hit me.  I had willingly
exposed my little Angel, I let a stranger expose my Angel for his own
pleasures.  I tried to let yet another stranger have some peeping fun with
her.

   Slowly, but probably not as slowly as a sane, rational father should
react, my dick started to harden.  I grabbed my jeans and boxers and slid
them down past my balls and I just let the cool air wash over them and help
harden my sinful dick.  By the time my memories made it to the shoe store
and my first "accidental" exposure of my Angel to the salesman, I was hard
and firm enough to start stoking my shaft.

   I fixated on the shoe store and the intense moments of that experience.
Images flashed back into my brain with such clarity and intensity that my
heart pounded in my chest.  I felt a buzzing in my dick head when I saw the
bright flash of her panties when I slid her over to me and the crotch of
her shorts moved to the side.  She was so blatantly exposed and I had done
it to her.  Somewhere in the forbidden recesses of my mind, something
clicked over and I found myself imagining that she was exposing her self
intentionally and that she was wet from it.  Did I imagine it?  Or was she
really wet?  Did I see a darker patch of moisture on the crotch of her
panties?  My mind reeled at the prospect but the reality of it was much
more tame.  There was no way she could have been wet and it was my Minda's
Eye that was seeing the dark patch.  My dick hardened even more.  Did she
thrust her hips up a little higher to push her exposed peach for us to see?
No.  She was simply squirming to get away from me.  She couldn't have known
what I was doing or how exposed she was.

   My heart raced more.  I could feel my heartbeat in my ear drums.  I
found myself wondering what a heart attack felt like.  My heart was
pounding so quickly, I was afraid it would bring on a heart attack.

   (Looking back at this memory as I retype it...  if only the memories of
the tame events of the day made my heart react in that manner, why on earth
would I ever dare to try something more?  My thinking should have been "Oh
my God.  My heart will pump itself into jelly then explode in my chest.")

   Well, long story short...  I let the events of the day bring me to yet
another shameful orgasm.  There has to be a better word.  Degrading? 
Immoral?  Soul Tainting?  "Shameful" just doesn't encapsulate the guilt I
felt after each orgasm in the beginning.  And with the pain of that guilt,
the ensuing real medical issues I experienced afterwards, you would think
that I would have stopped.

   I didn't.

   I couldn't.

   I wobbled over to my computer desk and opened up to some of the teen and
pre-teen model sites I was now addicted to.  I enjoyed the amazing images
of these non-nude girls in the sexiest, naughtiest outfits I had seen.  I
had never seen outfits as sexy as those on grown women in real life, yet
here they were on the most improbable of females.  I tweaked and massaged
my aching member until I had a nice rivulet of pre-cum oozing from my tip.
The feel of the suddenly slippery sensation moving over the head made me
ache for more.  I started to find myself wandering to lingerie websites
trying to see how small of a set I could purchase.  The evil, sinister part
of my brain started to picture my little Angel wearing some of the outfits.
Then I found myself imagining the shoe store again, but with a pair of
black, see thru, mesh panties covering a very naturally hairless little
peach.  I imagined the material pulled taut across her puffy cleft.  I
could see the little "Y" shaped folds of her clit.  stroking my dick
harder, I could see her lips open ever so slightly to expose the lightest,
most delicate shade of pink you could imagine.  The thin gossamer material
not hiding anything at all from our lecherous views.  Could I see a wet
spot forming on the salesman's pants?

   She slide forward and and the material pulled up tightly into her slit.
She moved her hips up to pull the material out and when she did, I saw the
moisture clinging to the material as she pulled the panties from her
forbidden fruit.  My cum started spurting my dick without warning.  The
first pump was tentative, but when my brain realized I was at the start of
my orgasm, I close my eyes and grunted hard as I forced with all my
internal muscles to blast the next glob from my perverted balls.  It was as
if I wanted to drain my nuts with only one pump.  The next 2-3 strands flew
up over my leg onto the floor.  The remaining contractions were much weaker
and managed to only dribble down my finger.  My muscles were still pulsing
as my orgasm settled down.  When I could lift my hand again, I clicked the
"PURCHASE NOW" link on the screen.