I won't leave your side until you're on that plane." I feel better now. It's a, new day. I feel safe, with the doors locked." I'll help you pack, Sara.... And then we'll stop off at my apartment on the way to the airport." I'll be all right," she said. "Please don't worry about me. I'll finish packing while you're out, and then we'll both be ready at the same time."I wanted to believe her, I wanted to think that my first analysis of her had been correct. There wasn't really anybody eager to kill. Be sure that this is by no means a story for everyone, but the truth of what happened, should you feel tempted to be in the know, more or less lies within these pages. I truly and fully accept the consequences; in fact, I feel all tingly just thinking about the consequences as I put pen to paper. So here goes nothing.Indeed, things had been brewing for a very long time. What really set things in motion, however, was nothing but a harmless videogame (the name of which I’m not willing to share).. Now awake, laying naked next to my mother as she told me all this, I became wet knowing dad had wanted me for so long. Under the sheets, unaware to mom, my nipples were hardening. Thinking that my mother had assisted my father in having sex with me, fucking me. Her telling me this story only made me horny all over again. Wanting my father again. And wait, wanting my mother again! I'd never before considered myself lesbian, gay, or bi; but recalling my mother's mouth on my pussy last night.. Probably Keith, she thought. The girl looked like exactly the sort of vapid bimbo he usually hooked up with. Carrie rolled her eyes and continued on.Greg climbed out of the dugout with a scowl on his face. She smiled at him, hoping to begin the process of cheering him up. The last thing she expected was a look of wide-eyed shock.“Surprise!” the blonde said as she ran up to Greg. “I couldn’t wait until the next time you were in town, so I came to see you.”The utter panic on Greg’s face spoke.