I understood though as my feelings for her were almost as intense. She kept saying that we could be together, but no one could know. Not our friends, ...ot our family. I leaned forward, held her tight and lightly kissed her neck and whispered in her ear that I had dreamed of being with her and that I would do anything to be with her. For the rest of junior year we hung out on a pretty regular basis. She would usually come over to my house when we wanted a little more privacy than hanging out with. Sliding Flaminia into the next convenient slot and turning her counter-clockwise again, the lights came up in the big room. On my left, I immediately recognized the rock formation and small basin that was used for bathing. To the right of the bath was the mantel that I knew indicated the location of the space age waterbed. In the center of the floor of the cavern was the tri-tiered fireplace, again, just like the cave in Colorado.Suddenly, a tiny avalanche of pebbles cascaded down the side of. Rapturous applause. The crowd howled out their adoration. The flashguns lit the stage as if a thunder storm had struck the place with ball lightening. Wesley strolled towards Annette and he kissed her surprisingly tenderly. Pumped up he might be, but she was his to take as and when he wished.‘You guys going tour with us OK?’ he asked her, his voice husky from the racing music, the vitriolic culture changing lyrics of their set.‘I want that’ Annette mewed back at the guy. Her eyes were like. I fuck all four of the girls living in my house, and it would be wrong to fuck my daughters. It's just that three of them happen to call me father (or sometimes daddy). Kate calls me many things, but when it's time to be formal, she calls me Master. With a capital M. Kysa calls me father, because my partner (and girlfriend), Kate, is her step mother (Kate's first husband was a widower with two daughters; he tragically died, leaving Kate a considerable fortune), so it just seems appropriate..