Between my parents and myself, we looked after her. She never said 'Mumma', or 'Dada'. My father and I were both 'Ganda' and Mum was 'Gamma'.That wint...r we had a lot of fog. Mum and Dad were on their way home on the motorway in a pea-souper; they braked when they came up behind a truck and were rear-ended by a big SUV travelling far too fast. Their little Micra was decapitated ... and so were they.But for Kate I'd ... well, I don't know what I'd have done.Thirty-five wasn't too old to be a. I love my family and my life. I think about my greatest grandfather and how we are the same.But I am not at peace. Still too many questions about my blood parents.I get home and down to the basement. I still have my blindfold on as I feel someone crouch in the corner.“I see you,” I inform dad as I feel him smile. “Choose the weapon.” I feel dad walk to his weapons rack and take the pole. I still have my blindfold on as I walk to my weapons rack and grab my pole.Dad attacks me. I am not fast. ?”“One on each of her labial folds. Make sure you seat them high enough. Grab a big chunk of flesh or they’ll slip right off, though as wet as she is that’s a possibility anyway. The third is for her clit, and the same advice applies, but you might have to be creative as I think you’re going to have a hard time getting it to stay attached.”“Are you serious?” he whispered, distressed.“Luke, trust me. This is nothing. She can handle so much more. I tightened those nipple clamps to the point where. It seemed he felt they had gone through those phases and knew what they were about.I have to admit, listening to him that day his words sent a chill coursing through my body and while I was careful not to show it, for the first time it entered my head his flirting with me may not have been entirely all in innocence.Unfortunately, after this our conversations appeared to “cool” a little, I suspected he’d felt he may have overstepped the mark which was not the case at all. At one point I had even.