I thought I would save Eve, and bring about her transformation. By any standard, Eve was a sinner. I met her at a moment of weakness. One day, I was l...red into a gentlemans club against my better judgment and my knowledge of good and evil. I was a virgin in every sense of the word, and seemed to have been drawn in by a strange, satanic magnetism beyond my power to resist. Eve was an exotic dancer, and far and away the most beautiful woman I had ever laid eyes on. I didnt know it at the time,. It would be a pity to letall that work go to waste however, so here's the deal.A few people have expressed an interest in writing stories set at St.Searle's, which I'm happy to let them do with certain restrictions.Firstly, any stories must be set five years or more prior to the eventsof this story. That gives you all the way back to the 1930s, so plentyof scope there; and secondly no mention or use is to be made of any partof my larger mythos, which is kinda my Game of Thrones and so. Lightly gliding my fingers around her soggy pussy, I tease her lips open without penetrating her steamy hole."I need you both!" Mom cries, breaking the kiss. "I want Nick to fuck me and Susan to eat me and just I don't know where to start," she says, looking from Susan to me like she's studying the dessert menu at a gourmet restaurant."Let's do it!" Susan jumps on the bed and lies on her back, positioning her head right at the edge of the bed. "Sixty-nine with me, Mom, and Nick can fuck you. He wanted Lois, but she was Linda’s best friend, so that was an impossible dream. Linda snuggled against her husband’s bulky body and, wearing a satisfied smile, fell into a sound slumber while, unbeknownst to her, her husband continued to struggle with his tortured, lascivious thoughts about her friend. Lois, trembling and aroused, finished her trip to the bathroom, then she returned to her room and flopped onto her bed. She had come here to get away from things like this, but her problems.