There were no threesomes or fetishes or wild sex stories in his past. I had always been aware of this, and uneasily so, because it made me feel like I...had to hide so much of my own history. He still didn’t know about my bisexual experiences, or the threesomes and crazy vacation sex hook-ups that I’d enjoyed before we’d met. And I didn’t want him to see me “that way”. I wanted him to see me as a good girl... the kind of girl he could envision marrying one day. But on that dark, rainy Sunday. Arrr...”Gerald Claxton cleared his throat a few more times then started again.“OK, then. Some of you will have noticed the absence today of...”There was still a bit more clearing of the throat and another small cough before the man could resume.“ ... of ... of Troy and Carrie Pearson - our singing twins.”At that point one of the older boys at the back piped up with, “What do you mean ‘some of us’ - we’re not jolly blind! We ALL noticed their absence. It just wasn’t the same with them not up. I can see your thighs underneath right up to the elastic of your panties. And you're showing me your panty crotch, where your, uh, vagina is behind the material. Spread your legs wider, sweetheart. Oh yes, baby. Ohh, that's nice. Oo, my cock. Oo, ooph." Oh, daddy, your penis is so hard and it's so big! And I know it's because you think I'm sexy, like mommy. It's alright, daddy. I understand. It makes me feel good to make you happy."It made her feel very good to spread her legs like this for her. .”I’m sorry Mr G but the shopping from earlier was a fiasco so we’re having another go.Don’t mind us”Mr G looked straight at your breasts and you were aware of how hard your nipples were but he,good tradesman that he was and with the customer is always right in mind,acted as if it was an everyday occurrence........Mr G went back to his paperAt the back of the shop with his hand at your neck, he was leading you along the shelves forcing you to look at the things you had not bought but should.