My fingers ached to touch you. I wanted to know the texture of your skin, to feel the heat against my palm, and to scrape one of your tight nipples wi...h my fingernails. You knew. I didn’t understand how, but you knew. ‘Touch me, little one.’ A whisper, yet a growl, the words ignited a passion in my body that scared me at the same time it excited me. Thoughts new to me raced through and seared images into my brain that would remain with me forever. ‘I don’t know how.’ My admission embarrassed. She had also seen we had cold bite-sized home-made sausage rolls and sandwich stacks with finger thick slices -- three high and again secured by toothpicks. Nourishing, tasty, and likely to be eaten by teenagers!Lunch was a time for us to find out more about each other in a non-sexual way. Of course, they were interested in my past life and I told them a mixture of anecdotes from both my real life and from Roger Torrent's.I also asked more about each of them, including Anna. Though I could have. At noon Aunt had to go someplace for some work. Uncle saw this opportunity and dragged me to the swimming pool inside the house where he realeased all my holes and fucked me underwater, over and over for two hours. In the end he put his cum in my mouth and and again restrained me, this time my mouth also. At night he came over again and raped me. It reapeated for a week when I was being raped over and over. I took the chance to say good bye but uncle forced me to stay one more day. That night. Her face was turning read, and her body froze in place.“oohhh, god Mom! I’m Cumming!” she gasped.I felt my fingers being coated with a creamy fluid. I replaced my fingers with my tongue, and began licking my daughter’s juice from her hole. She tasted so good. I lapped at her pussy like a dog. The sounds of my daughter gasping for air filled my bedroom. I slowly came to a stop and laid next to my daughter.After a few minutes, she looked at me and asked if she could try it.”Only if you want to.