.. oh I like it a lot ... And now ... wow ... you feel so incredible!"I grinned at her lopsidedly, and lay back against the bed-head, thighs splaying....My sex felt hot, and so needy. Actually, I'd popped half a Mandrax an hour earlier, and was succumbing to the wooziness that was the beginning of its effect."I'm feeling great ... so great..." I murmured, grinning happily at my lover. Sarah kissed me long and deep and ran her hands over me with glorious knowledge of what I liked. She'd quickly. Emma smiled at me and said that everything was okay and that her husband did give their daughter rides like that every night before bed. She said that Emma likes to sit on the saddle horn. Then Emma told me that our father had done the very same thing to her when she was that age. He had?Emma apparently had more than enough to drink and it had made her pretty outspoken too. She proceeded to tell me all about our father thumbing her pussy every day when she was little like CeeCee was. Then he. I felt his hands move down to grab my ass, pulling me against him.He wasted no time in bending down and pulling my soaking thong to the side, the tip of his tounge slide up my slit, the circling round my throbbing clit, teasing me. I bit my lip and I watched him circle his tounge round my wet hole, knowing he was enjoying lapping up all my juices. I pulled my top and bra down a little, letting my boobs pop out, I grabbed and squeezed them, running my fingers round my erect nipples. He began to. Ordinarily...”“Ordinarily, you’d pay me some hollow compliment...”“Yeah, I probably would ... not because I liked your hair, but because I wanted to boost your ego. You would perceive it as deception.”“That’s right.”“So, I need to go counter to my instinct and tell you, yeah they did a lousy job. You’d perceive that as the truth, but you wouldn’t want to go out with your hair looking bad. I’m damned if I do and damned if I don’t.”“Yes -- you’re beginning to understand this curse of mine and why.