Almost automatically, she ran her fingers down his muscular, if no longer young, stomach searching for his morning hard-on.As she gently awakened her ...arling husband's cock, she thought back on the years since they had crash landed in the Colorado Mountains. Roland had driven that under-powered sports flitter while she and her twin sister, Ember, huddled together in the trailer, clinging to each other in terror for their very lives. Now, she was the Bridge Officer and Ember was the Chief. That will change." Yes, Mistress," she moaned, pushing back against the fingers which continued their incessant forceful invasion. She could feel a warmth growing in her belly, a need for more. The words burned in her mind. 'That would change.' She would be used after all. How much? How badly? How often? How many?"But you enjoy sex, don't you? Would you like to come for me, child?"Again, she struggled to deny it, but feared the possible results. The Mistress seemed to have a sixth sense when it. But now I like her too, and I don't like that because I want to go on not liking her because you like her so much.”“You don't like her because you like her even though I like her.”“Exactly!”“Wow, you're not straitjacket material at all” I said and she stuck her tongue out at me.And Cait and I hung out with Lucy more and more, even when her boyfriend wasn't there and he wasn't there much really but I liked it like that because Cait and Lucy became friends but Cait was still a bit jealous and she. Her father liked to flirt, but she also knew that only one woman could score with him, and that was her mother. God, how she wished she was her mother! At the same time, these were suppressed feelings, something Bridgette was afraid to bring to the surface. Sure, incest was legal, but she couldn't bear the thought of failure. Moreover, she didn't want to be a threat to her own mother...The night was warm, and a gentle breeze wafted into the room. Bridgette stretched, and felt the thin cloth of.