They waved goodbye to us at the end of a mile and walked back home to get breakfast ready. Em kept the six-minute mile pace for two more miles and the... turned back to jog and walk home. Nanette set the pace for the next three miles at closer to seven minutes. Her half marathon pace was a solid eight-minute mile, so we were pushing her pace. She was beginning to flag by the time we’d made the turn for the last four miles home. Just once around ‘the block.’ I clicked my pace down to nine minutes. As I think of you, you suddenly appear beside my bed. My small pink nipples are hard with anticipation. I cup my breasts in my hands and feel my hard nipples kiss my palms. I take each one between my finger tips and roll them lightly. I see your eyes watching me and my hands become yours. I feel the bed I’m laying on move as you place your weight on it and straddle my right leg. As you do, you cup my breasts in each hand and bend to take my right nipple in your mouth. The heat of your mouth is. Play whipping as part of a sexual session excited her, but she thought that real pain would not be any sort of fun at all.Would sleeping with her natural father be so bad? She had never known him as her father, and if he had not told her of the relationship she would certainly have been prepared to sleep with him to gain the sort of life she now had. On the whole, she decided, a few nights as a concubine to her father would be a small price to pay for the luxuries and power she had now begun to. "You're serious." Yes, I'm serious, Aunt Jen. Don't ask me to quantify this. Don't ask me how I know. I just KNOW." I crossed my arms. I was serious. "So does Tim." You know that I will be here for you, baby," Aunt Jen said. "I'll be here for the two of you."I fixed her in my most serious of gazed. "And it will be the TWO of us."Back to the phone call. "You two still..." Uh-huh," I replied, "'Still' leads into 'forever', you know." I smiled at Tim."Hi, Jen," he said loudly enough for Aunt Jen.