I try to control the surging emotions

I reach up and wrap my arms around Bobs thick neck and bury my face into his blubbery breast as I struggle to reconcile the wild feelings of failure and inadequacy that I try to repress every day, with the feelings of euphoria and contentment that he is rousing in me as he holds me in his thick embrace, but I am still very emotionally immature and the conflicting emotions quickly overwhelm me.

I can't hold back the tears and start crying into his flesh as I cling to him desperately. Realising that I am crying he literally peels me off of him enough so that he can look at me in my whimpering wet face.

"Hey there, what's wrong Billy? " Bob asks genuinely concerned with one arm wrapped around my back and the pudgy hand of his other arm cradles my head.

"I - I lov - I love you - so much!" I finally manage to wail between sobs not thinking or caring what I am saying.

"You love me?" He asks with a smile.

"I love you - I love you - I love you - " I wait relentlessly and desperately, unable to convey the intensity of my feelings.

"It's okay baby. I love you too. Don't worry, you're mine now." He coos softly, pulling me into his soft , fatty bossom and holds me tightly. "You belong to me now."

I continue crying for quite a while, sobbing into his breast and he just holds me, stroking fat fingers through my hair until I tire myself out and I regain my composure.

"There you go my beautiful baby. Are you okay now? That was a lot for you wasn't it." Bob says comfortingly as my incessant sobbing subsides into pathetic little whimpers and I lift my head from his tear soaked breast.

"I'm sor- sorry." I snivel feeling pathetic for my emotional outburst while tears still roll down my reddened cheeks.

"Don't be silly baby. You are a very special and passionate little girl and I love you too. Don't ever be afraid to let me know how you feel, even if that means crying like a baby, okay? You promise?" Bob tells me, stroking my back soothingly.

"O- okay, I promise. I love you Daddy." I tell him, my whimpering finally subsiding.

"Good girl. Now let me clean you up." He says, placing one pudgy hand under my bare bum and lifts me up slightly so that we are face to face. I smile as he leans in, thinking he is going to kiss me and I close my eyes in anticipation.

I am surprised, but not unpleasantly so, when he starts licking the tears from my stained cheeks and chin. His tongue is thick, wet, warm and smooth as it slides over my face, but I love it even if it does feel a little strange to start with.

After a minute he is done and my face is covered on his slobber. I really have no idea why but I feel more connected to Bob then I have to anyone else in my life, even more so than to my adoptive big sister who is my bff and savior, but I just feel so happy and giddy around him.

"I think it's about time we packed up and headed home. It's starting to get late." He says and my arms reflexively tighten around the back of his thick neck.

"I want to go home with you." I demand in a bolshy, child like tone.

"Of course silly. Where else would you go? You belong to me now." He laughs as he unwraps my arms and peels me off of him.

"Really?" I ask, his words exciting me, as I watch him stand up and grab his bag.

"Yes really. Now be a good girl and pick up your clothes for me." Bob says and I jump up excitedly, eager to comply. I do as he says, picking up my clothes before handing them to him so he can stuff them in his bag.

He does the same with my strappy platforms and then the blankets before finally stuffing his trench coat and baseball cap in his bag, leaving only his boots.

"Would you be my sweetheart and tie my boots up for me?" Bob asks, stepping into them. I kneel down In front of him and begin tying them in bows and can't help but notice his big penis hanging heavily in front of my face.

"There you go Daddy." I exclaim standing as he slings his bag over his shoulder.

"Good girl." He says and grabs me under the arms. He lifts are effortlessly off the ground and I instinctively wrap my arms around the back of his neck and clamp my legs around the considerable girth of his big belly. With one hand under my bare bum and his other arm wrapped around the small of my back, he carries me out of the bushy hidey hole and off through the woods. He is so much stronger than he looks and I can't help but be impressed by him.

"Where do you live Daddy?" I ask as we head away from the main path I was walking earlier.

"We live at the bottom of this hill." Bob tells me emphasising the 'we' as the leaf strewn ground starts angling downwards.

I find it quite exciting be carried naked through the woods by a naked man, where anyone else who might be out roaming the woods could catch us.

"What happens if someone sees us Daddy?" l ask curiously and because I'm not worried because I'm with him, which is strange as I would normally be terrified and be scrambling to put my clothes back on, even the girly clothes in Daddys bag.

"Depends who saw us baby. Probably nothing, or they might report us to the police, or they could even want to join us." Bob tells me as I cling to him contently.

It's not long before we come to the bottom of the hill, the edge of the woods and a line of garden fences that runs off to the left and the right. There are gates in them and Bab carries me to one that looks no different to any of the others.

"Okay you have to be quiet now, we don't want anyone to see us, okay?" Bob tells me as he opens the gate and I just nod at him as we go through.

Bob carries me into what looks like a little apple tree orchard between the fences and I can just make out a large bulding past them in front of us.

Bob wastes no time hurrying through the trees and I discover the large building is actually a small block of flats four storeys tall. I start to get nervous, picking up on Daddys apprehension.

"Do you live here Daddy?" I ask whispering, trying to break the growing tension.

"We live here baby girl. Now be quiet as I need to hear anyone coming." Bob replies just as quietly.

He carries me up to the back door and I watch all the windows, but I can't see in any of them and pray that nobody is looking out. We seem to make it okay to the door which is glass so we get a look inside before having to open it.

Nobody appears to be in the brown tiled hallway inside, so Bob enters a code on the keypad beside the door and it clicks open. He hurries inside and I notice a door in the wall to our right with the number one on it and we come around a staircase on our left and I see a door in that wall with the number two which has a couple of small potted plants situated outside.

Bob wastes no time in ascending the stairs and I am not only surprised, but also impressed with speed, ease and agility that he goes up them carrying me. We go up flight after flight, two per floor and I start to feel dizzy by the time we reach the top floor and come to door number eight.

He puts me down, slides his bag off his shoulder and pulls out a door key which he uses to quickly unlock and open the door. He wastes no time us herding me inside and closing the door behind us.

"Welcome home baby girl."