The mound was quite prominent and her lips were the kind I liked. They extended out and you could grab lips like that and pull on them. I did just t...at. "Tell me what you want Wendy." She laughed and said, "Oh we don't need to play any games...but this one. May I call you Uncle Jack?" Not at all Wendy. So did your Uncle Jack like to fuck his niece?" I saw her face beam as she looked at me, "Only four times Peter, but you remind me of him very much." Four times eh?" I pushed the head in. . I looked over at them and felt so embarrassed of what happened last night with my mates as I shack the last few drops from my penis...Mum speaks to me and says ("at least its not vomit, I thought you would be throwing up..I was awake all night thinking about you and your school friends getting drunk,luckily your father wasn't here and had to work last night,now get into the shower, you'll feel better ")..I pulled my bathers down ( with both mum and Rebbecca whispering to each other how I. "Mike wants to fuck Jan, you know?" She used the 'f' word to emphasise the statement. "Do you want the loan for the evening to become a loan for the night?" I asked. "Sven I'm nervous, we've never done this before and suddenly I'm not sure." "Steffi, why not take it a step at a time?" I suggested, "Jan and I changed partners on the odd occasion a long time ago before the children came along. She and I had discussed the possibility of doing this with you when we lived beside each other. But the. ? Years of seeing her sister in the Conservatory purchased and taken away never to be seen again had created a mild paranoia now bought to a head.?There’s nothing wrong.? The tall ebony Caribbean spoke. The Conservatories slaves had been handpicked and spoilt; raised on fairy tales of a glamorous life as prized lovers exploring the world as their Masters (or Mistresses) greatest love. Strangely it was true sometimes. Over the years several slaves from the Conservatory had become submissive.