We sat down and she opened two tins and passed one over, as I took it our fingers touched for the briefest moment. I was shaking and all I could think...was ‘stay cool, don’t let her know or you’ll scare her off’. After some polite ‘weather’ conversation it transpired that we were both nurses. She had a really relaxed way about her and in no time we were chatting as though we’d known each other for ages. Along with the copious amounts of chatting was rather a large consumption of lager and due. "You're going to let your little boy watch you pee, Mommy. Take your clothes off, then let me watch."I was getting pretty desperate by this time, and was sure I could feel a trickle of pee running down my leg, but I'd never even let my husband watch me like this. I started to feel degraded having to perform in front of someone, let alone my son, but then I decided, what the hell, I had already let my son fuck me, so why not let him see everything? I stood over the toilet, and peed into the. As my cousins came to stay with us. Yes. Julian may very well be dead. He certainly is by now. We are dead too. But we keep tending the grave of our beloved Huge, who knifed his own throat, tearing it open, bleeding to death five days after I had told him Julian was dead. We kept his ghost alive as long as we could with our lies and our selfishness. And the fact, for reasons we didn’t understand then, we were tied somehow in the spider’s web of the thing. I guess you could say we are Flying. . please don't look at me like that." She tried to cover her body. Her father looked mean and shoved her hands away."Just let me look at you," he said sternly. He pinned her wrists to her sides so she couldn't adjust her dress modestly. He wanted to enjoy a free look at her ripe, pointed tits and young pussy.Linda shuddered. Tears stung Linda's blue eyes, and she whimpered."That isn't all you want to do to me. I know what you want to do." She sniffled like a hurt child. "Please don't, Daddy..