'Love it Joe', I shouted back over the din, my hand covering his on my thigh. I slide forward on my seat and his hand, held by my own, touched my cunt... it was under the table, and though we looked on surface to be talking, uncle to niece, Joe's old finger deftly eased the elastic aside and touched my wet labia, every girls fantasy, being finger fucked by Santa at the dinner table. I guess from these opening lines you can see I am a girl with a questionable libido, take Joe, for instance, with. "My eight-inch cock hanging out of my pants was just the thing I needed to avoid. "Okay, I'll stay and we can talk." I should probably put some clothes on, huh?"I nodded.Joanie leapt off the sofa holding onto the failing towel. Long expanses of bare skin from rib to toe were titillating. And that didn't count the flash of a breast profile. She flew up the stairs two at a time. Her twin tan ass cheeks with a white swatch bounced. The dark area between her thighs was indistinct but my brain knew. What if Theresa remained awake if she was far enough from the sunlight? That thought added a genuine touch to her shrieks.It's a great idea, the Queen had said. I believe in you, Janine, the Queen had said. All, of course, from the safe position of delegating the details. But naturally, when the Queen had an idea you didn't pause to have serious doubts. You waited until you were hanging immobile, at the mercy of a sadistic vampire, your death a certainty... then you had doubts. With everything. I wondered if I had overstepped my bounds in dealing with them. I had been pretty forward in talking to them. If they acted cold toward me, this would be the first schism in the Gruber family that I had caused. I needn't have worried. When The Preacher's family came, they were much different than before. The two kids came bouncing in laughing and running around, followed by Bethanne and The Preacher.The oldest, a girl announced, "Daddy doesn't want to be called 'The Preacher' anymore. He wants.