She still couldn't bring herself to comply though, and just stood in front of the oven.Derrick picked the knife back up and pressed it against Whitney...s breast. "Now now, you wouldn't want me to have to cut off the only part of you remotely attractive would you? The oven isn't on, and if Sam does a good job it'll stay that way."Slowly Whitney climbed into the oven, having to bend over as if she were in the doggy style position. Her body filled the entire oven, pressing up against the heating. We were clearly naked, but our parts not really visible. The looks on our faces were clearly sensual and lusting. They were subtly some of the most sensual images I had seen. And they were us. Tim would later pick one for the family room over the fireplace.Finally, in bed together, I made good on my earlier comment to Mom. I made love to her body even if the photographer wouldn’t let me truly complete the action. There were many shots of us intertwined with each other, legs and arms wrapped. Near the winter holidays Blair and Trudy packed up all the unclaimed items from upstairs in clearly marked boxes and had me put them in the basement. Laura asked one night. ‘When are you going to ask me to marry you? I’ve been very patient.’ ‘Laura will you marry me, very soon?’ ‘Yes, you damn fool.’ ‘I’m not foolin’ now, you witch!’ We had a quiet wedding just 50 or 80 guests or so. The reception was a bit more rowdy. Karen and Sandy spent the night once after that. Laura sat on my lap, Blair. She could feel the breeze oozing up her vagina. She thought, What is happening to me? Years of repressed sexuality have piled up to a crushing weight that has to burst out, and if Nick right now got hard and climbed on me from behind, rammed his cock up my hole, I know I would grunt like a pig and switch my ass about, screwing my vagina onto it.But he is Gwen's husband.Well, here that does not seem to matter. At least, Rita had urged Howard to fuck her, and as to the thing with Phil, no one.