Oh god I am going to cum soon please let me.” I beg her. “Don’t you dare my little slut.” Catherine tells me as she slides her fingers out of ...y dripping wet pussy and pinches my clit so hard I all but scream. “Look at this. You have gotten my fingers soaking wet. You dirty little whore. Clean them up.” Catherine demands as she shoves her fingers in my mouth. I greedily start licking my juices off her fingers as Diane stops sucking on my neck and starts whispering in my ear again saying, “Look. I felt a deep, burning need to wear her clothes. I loved her so much that I couldn't express it through mere words. I had to show it. But making love to her would have been a sin because she is, after all, my father's wife. The only other way I knew how to become one with her was to share her underwear.On that particular night, I wanted to be pure and virginal for my step mom, so I plucked a white bra-and-panty set from the drawer. A single strand of red hair stuck to the bra's lacy flower. Now, off we go."I headed around the block. I was going to circle my block and the next one. I could hear her ankle chain clinking gently and scraping along the sidewalk. I led her north for two blocks on the back side of the block, then east to the front side of the block, then we headed back south. In two blocks we would be back in front of the house. So far, a couple of cars had slowed down, but we hadn't met any pedestrians. Now there was one coming toward us. He was about a block away and I. Rebecca lowered her head and closed her eyes, concentrating on breathing through her nose to stop her mouth drying out. They had a water bottle but it was three-quarters gone and their father would not be best pleased if she went down to the wagon to re-fill it. Her mind wandered back two weeks, to the day they left Santa Fe with twelve other wagons. She and Charlie, the name she always used for Charlotte, had shared a hot bath in a hotel the night before they left. God, that seemed so long.