After all, what else should a teenager be doing?The meeting was supposed to last an hour or so but within 25 minutes I saw Britney run downstairs cryi...g. “Uncle Bobby, please get me out of here! Please!”I hurriedly got to the car and opened the door for Britney and did just what she asked. We sped off heading for who knows where when I asked Britney to tell me what was wrong. It turns out that this new promoter and Britney’s agent had conspired to a lengthy European tour without even consulting. . but promise not to tell?" Ruth asked me."Sure. What is it?" I repeated."Daddy fucks me and he needs to keep doing it. I didn't know you would understand, but now I can see that you might, right? I know it's not kosher, but neither is the ham steak, eggs, and biscuits with gravy that you always get here. Please don't ask me to stop doing Daddy. I'll do anything that you want except that. He needs my body. He ... thinks that I'm Mom these days. It's best that he keep thinking that. His mind is. As we groped and kissed, I felt my heart rate increaseas my breathing intensified and I started to sweat. Wehad probably only been kissing for 10-15 seconds but itfelt like an eternity. I was also feeling the strain ofmy erection trying to break through my jeans. Suddenlyher hands went to my belt.Breaking the kiss I said alarmed, “Mrs. Newhart?”“Eloise,” she said correcting me, as she feverishlyundid my belt and started opening my button on my jeans.She started kissing. There was no time to waste!“I’ll play Lynne now.” I stood up and Lynne quickly joined me on the mat. I decided to do what Susan had done and try and corner Lynne on her side of the mat. I was quite successful and at one stage our faces were only inches apart. We gazed at each other and I could tell that Lynne was enjoying this. There was a gleam in her eyes and it was all I could do not to kiss her. Susan seemed to sense this.“Behave you two!” Lynne turned to look at her.“Why should I?”.