Then to my total surprise andconsternation she applied a little pale pink lipstick."My goodness, oh my goodness, you look so like your sister, it is t...ue,go...look in the mirror...and tell me if it isn't so?"Confused and dazed by the strangeness of my Mum's actions, I gazed intothe mirror. What I saw stunned me and made me deeply uneasy. Thereflection looking back with a quizzical gaze was Pamela! I pulled thewig off, shaken by what I had glimpsed. I felt I had in somewaytransgressed a line of. I took them from her and draped them over the small little stone wall that ran half way around the open fire pit separating the main living sitting room from the small little dining room next to it. I soon after got a nice warm fire going as she cozied herself up next to that, attempting to dry her hair though I had immediately given her a couple of fresh towels to do so with."Can I fix you something to eat? To drink?" I asked now wanting to get out of my own wet clothing as well."Something to. Her orgasm begins with a moan and escalates to a full throated scream.I placed a hand over her mouth to muffle to sound. Her hips grind mercilessly against my mouth and wave after wave of contractions tug my tongue toward the depths of her womb.When it's over, I enfold Marie in my arms. Her head nestles against my chest where she mews like a kitten. Slowly she releases her grip on my waist and I was reach for my flute. It had been a long time since I had played Eric Satie's "Trois Gymnopedies,". ‘Marlene, I told you about my dad last night, and how he was an alcoholic.’ ‘Yes,’ she softly said. ‘He also abused my mom,’ I said next, in a empty voice. The words echoed through my mind as if I had just yelled them from the top of a mountain, only this time, they were reverberating off of the kitchen walls and back into my head. ‘He abused my mom and I was the one who she constantly called out to help her,’ I said with little emotion. ‘I was only a child and on countless nights, I was the.