I felt like maybe we weren't supposed to be doing this, but it felt so good I didn't want her to stop."Can I go inside?" She asked. I opened my eyes a...d she was looking into my face, watching my expression. I nodded and felt her hand slip inside my panties and pass over the fine hair growing below my belly button. Her fingers lightly dusted the ridges of my private place. I let out a sigh and my eyes drifted closed. She was exploring me, testing to see what touching me made me do. I was very. .. urges, right now, in fact. "... that I should fall into bed every time I feel a twinge of desire." Certainly not Deborah! If you did, you'd spend all your time on your back." What?" Could that be right? She WAS horny. It was hard to think. "Yes, but... I'm a grown woman, I can't..." Thank God for the tea. It was helping her stay calm."Can't allow your self to express the constant, urgent need for sex clawing at you -- the burning itch between your legs, the full, tingling breasts that yearn. I could see her squat down out of sight and then cover her mess before coming back to us.Helen simply said that Troy would be sleeping with me and that my father would be sleeping with her. Troy and I just smiled. Then I reminded her about her birth control pills and that I did not want a baby brother or a baby sister.During dinner we talked about the new sleeping arrangements. It seemed that Helen and I were in charge of when, where, and how often the boys would be getting sex. I simply told. It had a tubular metal frame that fitted across the mouth. Levers and ratchets at either side allowed the mouth to be forced open and held there. With her upper and lower jaw held apart, Helena was of course unable to speak but I had free access to her mouth and throat. It was sufficient to provide a starting point.After a few sessions with the Whitehead Gag in place, Helena became acclimatised to the unpredictable nature of human flesh and, deprived as she was of intelligible speech, stopped.