Peter went into the back garden, finding a big plank of wood, he placed it upright against a tree. He figured if he threw the knives at the plank, he ...ould not damage the tree, but if he missed, then the tree would hopefully stop it from going through the fence into next doors garden.He had been out in the garden throwing the knives for over an hour when Lucy came out to see what had been going on. Peter by now had stripped off his t-shirt, she marvelled at his physique, the way his muscles. I could see her pussy clearly and she was very wet. I also noticed she had no bra on. She must like him but the looks. She shoots and misses. He smiles are her and I call her over."Where are your panties and bra?" I ask. "I lost them" she said. "how did you lose them" I asked. "On the second game we made a bet. If I won he would show her his abs outside, if he won I would take my bra off to play the next game". "Ok" I said,"But where are your panties?". "We made another bet on the last game. If. But now he's suddenly taken charge of the whole situation.He went to the library this morning leaving us girls to ourselves. He came back with a pile of books called, among others, 'The Incest Survivor's Handbook.'I so hate that term 'survivor.' I mean, what is a non-survivor? Someone who commits suicide I suppose. But then, somebody that depressed must have more than one reason to do themselves harm, must they? It never entered my mind to do that to myself. Where there's life there's hope and. She kisses me over the tape on my mouth. “Just in case you’ll look at me differently.”Should I be worried? What if I find her repulsive afterwards?“No. It will just tone down your lust,” she answers, confirming that she can indeed read my thoughts. “Look into my eyes in the mirror,” she instructs. As I do so, I see a black lightning in her eyes but nothing changes. “You okay?” she asks, with a hint of nervousness. “Can I remove the duct tape?”I nod. “I feel no change.”She smirks, “Excellent..