”“We sure are. It’s wonderful! A long absence makes the heart grow fonder perhaps,” Janet kissed his head. “I’m so glad he’s here wit... me now.”“Yeah,” Jennifer said. Someone wasn’t there with her. Alex declined to join them, opting to go to bed early.She took another swig of wine. “Does Harvey mind his son spending so much time with his momma?”“Oh he doesn’t mind. He understands,” Janet answered. “Wished Alex could’ve joined us.”“Yeah, well, he said he was tired.”“Poor guy.”“I don’t. Grace was an artist of some renown and wealthy. She lived an ordinary. normal life and she had financed her sons photography/video/animation business that had just started to make money.However, within a week her normal life had changed to one of sexual depravity that included incest and bestiality. She and her sons were “owned” by six women and she had been inducted into The Elderly Wives Club of Long Learey to be the sex object of their sexual fantasies. Three of the women were sisters and. I hold my eyes closed tight under the blindfold and I pull my hips back as I feel my head slides down against you… between you and then in you. You feel my head at you entrance. Your hands on my shoulders… and a slight tug onto me and you know I take it as an approval. I push in and you feel my shaft slide into you. Deep and pushing on,. Feeling my head rub against your walls. Pushing in and then pulling back out. Do it over and over. Harder and harder as I push inside you. I grunt with your. "You're asking for it sis." I said."Yeah." Peter chipped in."You wouldn't dare." She roared with laughter.Rebecca really should have known better than to say those magic words, then again maybe she did know what she was doing. To my brother and I a dare was like a matador's cape to the bull, the trouble both of us had got into because we could not resist a dare was unbelievable and here she was not only daring us, but laughing in our faces as well. Peter looked at me, I nodded, he grinned, and.