The kitchen was only divided from the lounge by a breakfast bar so conversation was easy."Nice flat." She remarked. I looked over the breakfast bar an... agreed."It's Ok, small as you see but it does me for what I want. Pippa helped with the colours, you know I was never good at that." Jas smiled and relaxed a little."Yes. Your ideas would have left you with a terrible clash." We were fencing around, neither wanting to get to the nub of the matter that brought us here. I came back with the mugs,. He came inside and gave me a kiss, as he usually does, "Hello Prue, how's my favourite girl this morning?" he asked. A greeting I have heard many times before, but each time it invoked a small tingle in my body. It's not just the kiss; it was his hands on my upper arms as he pulled me closer that made me feel so wanted. The kiss ended, Uncle Bill moved back a pace and he asked, "I guess you mother isn't home, today?" Yes, she has had to work today because it is her turn on Saturday this week,. He made the girls piss on Bibles, fuck themselves with crucifixes, and look at pictures of Jesus while he brought them to screaming slutty orgasms. Each new degradation further separated them from the "nice, good girls" they had thought they were and pushed them further into identifying as the rape-bitches he wanted them to be. He had them seduce the parish priest, of course. That was a no brainer. The girls needed the experience of having the man they had once looked to for moral guidance. The towel came undone and dropped to the floor. My cock had reached an unprecedented length, almost 6 ½” and was throbbing.“Oh yes, that’s a beautiful cock, can I play with it?” she asked teasingly. “Bev, you can do whatever you want with it, my God you’re beautiful” She slowly walked towards me, throwing her long hair over her shoulders, then let both hands cup her small tits, tweaked each nipple, dropped her hands to the thong, untied the bow at the side, and let it drop to the floor. I.