I had worn pajamas for the first [censored] years of my life, but, now, I always felt overheated. I guess it was nervousness. But I took to sleeping n...ked. And (I hope the men here won't think badly of me), I began to part my soft, smooth thighs and reach down between my legs to achieve hust a little relief for my yoing, overheated body, gasping as I thought of a man taking me, owning me, posessing me totally. Just writing about it now is making my [censored] wet.I could also hear Daddy tossing. Cindy and I stayed up a while and talked about massages, ‘erotic and sexual massages’, and what we wanted Pete to do to us next week.“Rhoda, I got so friggin hot and horny while Pete kept brining me up to a climax and stopping and then starting again, I couldn’t take much more of it. I finally felt an enormous pressure building inside me. I’ve never in my life felt a climax expanding so deep and hard; I totally lost control. I reached out to touch Pete, and found my fingers wrapped my fingers. Not only was this a guy but my own uncle. Yet somehow my a****l instincts kicked in. I felt good and my mind was set on pleasure. I called him a 'sick fuck' but grabbed the back of his tan bald head, using it for leverage, as I pounded his throat with my thick cock. He would gag and spit up all down my shaft and balls. Then he'd rub in that spit and go right back to work causing me to shoot a hard, thick load getting it everywhere from his mouth, face, float and pool. I panted to catch my. "What the hell was that for?" Jack yelled."You watch your language in front of Melanie and Debbie," Ireplied sternly."She was so weird," Melanie said. "She was all dressed inblack. Maybe she's a witch. We're getting a wickedstepmother."Debbie, who is 6 years old, started crying. "I don't want awicked stepmother."I stared at Melanie and shook my head. "Janet may be weird,but she's not a witch, and she's hasn't done anythingwicked." She's taking away our daddy, that's wicked,".