Her experience of officialdom did not inspire confidence in her, either. For now, though, she was free and she needed to get away from the house and g...t under cover. Time enough to worry about the future when there was less danger of being found by her abusers.She hobbled along the road, with no idea where best to go. Turned off and crossed the railway line. Came to the river, turned and walked along the path. Boats! Lots of boats. Tied up by floating platforms. No sign of life, though. Walked. She then gently lifted Chloe’s head and they both stood up, they kissed passionately their hot, naked bodies tight together. Lynne then turned Chloe around and gently pushed on to my lap before opening her legs and going down on her. I put my arms around Chloe my hands on those sweet tits. She turned her head towards mine and placed her lips on mine, I felt like I could explode. The combination of having a hot, naked young girl pressing against my cock while occasionally glancing down at my. Well, the night I lost my cherry was no different than any other time she was out on a "date" but something didn't quite fit. Even after a shower and cuddling/some foreplay, it seemed like she wasn't able to relax. Eventually, I thought her mood changed as she started to become more dominate, very much more than usual even during her horny periods. I went with it, figuring it might help her mellow out.Well, after a good period of time sucking, kissing and fondling each other, she stood behind. "Your mother has already told me that Ross dobbed me in." She laughed. "And really, anybody who fucks their husband and their own baby brother and lets their son watch can only be described as a slut." She looked at my mother. "But I'm a good slut right?" Rather than a wicked slut." Mum looked at me. "Sort of like the good witch Glinda as opposed to the wicked witch Miss Gulch." Meaning... ?" I was curious.Well the wicked slut doesn't care who she fucks, doesn't care whose home she ruins,.