Yet, I was thankful to him as he was doing his best to take care of me, my family, my sister and even my friends. It was clear that he was a good man....Maybe not that attractive, maybe not so masculine, yet a good and gentle man.The hotel was also very nice, our room was big and had a nice bath. He also took us for dinner to quite a fancy restaurant where we normally would never go to.The next day, we went to Vinpearl Land, which is an amusement park with several things, including a waterpark. It was obviously a family album. The first picture was of a couple with a young girl, perhaps my sister’s age. Aunt Susan sucked in her breath and held her hand to her mouth. Then she smiled.I looked at her, then at the picture, wondering who the people were. (Like I said, sometimes I’m pretty slow on the uptake.)She pointed to the man in the picture; a tall, handsome man with dark hair. “This is my father, this is my mother, and this is me,” she said, pointing to each figure in turn.I looked. I'm not going to pretend understand it either, but her tits stared back! I swear. No matter where I was in a room, they followed me. Who wouldn't be suspicious? Sex and my mother were like cars for geese. She didn't know what sex was, where it came from, or that it was in anyway related to her body. Sex was a sin, end of conversation.Orgasms were a very different fish. I'd hear her screaming every other day or night, projecting all the usual uppercase, extended vowels, regardless if she were. The young slut then offered her primed cunt to the dog’s nose while her hand began fondling his expanding red phallus. She had both the hound and myself spellbound and I too now continued masturbating in earnest.Although the Pointer had clearly tried to mount and shaft my niece from behind, it was she who was suddenly in charge and calling the shots.What Rachel now conducted, was a sixty-niner exchange; cunt juice for doggy cum!She certainly knew what she wanted, and how to get it; as though.