She was getting off on the story.Finally, Mom told me to get my ass to bed. And she walked up the stairs with Wynter, still hugging her, and putting h...r to bed. She had completed the ream job of my behavior during our long talk. But she hadn't forgotten, and she was making sure Wynter was okay and in her own separate room. We all slept in late that Sunday morning.When I awoke about ten in the morning the first thing I did was go to Wynter's room. I woke her up quietly and told her I wanted to. ' I accepted it and even enjoyed it when it happened," Iexplained as Stevie finished licking up his mess from the floor andslowly raised back up on his knees and tentatively looked up at me formy direction. I patted him on his head and told him he was a good boiand how proud I was he didn't hesitate before licking up and swallowinghis own semen. He smiled at my praise as my humiliation on drove himinto greater sexual arousal."You remember how Mark sometimes made it clear he owned us, don't. "She whispered provocativelyAs she spoke she allowed her hand to find its way into his track suit, feeling for his manhood. He made no move to stop her, as her warm hands started rubbing him, his cock became very hard. She heard him moan very slightly, as she reached even further to caress his balls with her hand.Tony smiled at her as his arm went round her shoulder. "Don't you ever give up?" He asked."No darling I want you, and now daddy is dead, there are no more obstacles to all of us being. I went downstairs. No sign of Pamela anywhere. The front and back doors were still locked, and the keys were still in them. I started to get confused, and I double checked every room, and even stuck my head in the attic. No sign, none. Pamela had completely disappeared. Her own clothes were still in the dryer, and I got them out. But there were no other clues. I knew I hadn't been dreaming, I now had the clothes, as well as the pussy smell.I went to my Mum & Dads for Christmas dinner, and put.