" But don't you realize who mother is? Even now?"I shook my head."Monsieur," she said. "I may be the daughter of the Marquis de Lyons, but my mother w...s his wife. She was Isabelle Douviere."Time stood still. "His wife?"I felt the spiders scurrying towards the cracks and searching for cover. There was no past or future, just a vast yawning present. "You don't mean? You can't mean?" Yes, monsieur. C'est vrai." You mean my Isabelle? Your mother is Isabelle?" Yes, monsieur. With you gone and out of. She did the same to me. Then we took lunch together. We ate from the same plate helping each other and feeding each other. In the meantime, I inserted one banana in her pussy and ate that afterwards. Then we went to her room naked. We did 69 and had one orgasm each. Then we lay kissing each other. We were thinking of fucking, but maybe because of over fucking and heat, we fell asleep. When we woke up, it was already 5 o'clock and it was time for my dad to come back. I got up to dress me up. But. Use some of that and relax for awhile. We aren’t doing anything special today.’ I thanked him and went to the Dens bathroom. Filling the tub, I put some Epsom salt in the water. While it was filling, I went to my bedroom and got some clothes for the day and took them back to the bathroom. After taking off my robe and pj’s, I got into the tub and stretched out. I thought about what Uncle Dar had said for a long time. I didn’t want to fight, but he was right. I would do what it took to protect. ..Why did you want me here if you want it again?"Karla: "I told you, because I don't think I can handle it all so soon again. Please Vicky? You have to help me! I'll owe you BIGTIME. You don't have to have sex with them you can just give blow jobs, you know be like my little fluffer."Both girls started laughing. When the laughter died down Vicky thought for a minute then spoke again.Vicky: (cautioning) "Just blow jobs. I don't think I could handle anything else than that. Oh geez, what am I.