. Mum and Dad killed ...'. I glanced swiftly at the dejected figure on the bed, before returning to the email. There had been a terrible traffic crash... I read a bit more, but the screen was blurring-over by then. I shut down the machine and switched it off. The email had been sent ten days ago. Her parents were being buried as I was opening her computer on my work-bench.It was a week before I heard from her. She wanted to come around to my place. She was continuing her studies, but feeling. The two twelve foot tall men lifted me together into there arms and began a three way necking ,licking and kissing me on my mouth both of there long tongs fucked my throat some times both of ther mouths together and both big long tongs went deep into my throat like a double fuck both tongs filling my throat my hands were feverishly stroking there huge cocks as they were now at full erection at 68 inches on one and a good seventy five inches on the other stud ,wr****g my armes and legs around. However, it wasn't just his eyes, as when he got up to clear the first course from the table, he leant over and quite deliberately rubbed his bare arm against my tits, moving it back and forth a couple of times so there was never any doubt that it was deliberate.When he was out of the room in the kitchen, preparing to bring in the main course (my dad does the cooking in our house) mum leant across and kissed me on the lips, and with her other hand pulled my hand across so it was between her own. ? It is pure fiction; no more and no less.I am forced to write this story under a pseudonym because, for some reason I simply cannot fathom, large, politically powerful segments of society seem to strongly disapprove of both the writing and the reading of this type of erotic literature.? Part of this stems from a belief that depicting sexual abuse in fiction somehow constitutes an endorsement of it in reality, particularly if the reader is meant to enjoy the depiction.? This, of course, is.