I can knock up a quick salad. I don’t want anything too heavy, but I agree … food is needed.”I walked past the miserable looking Sofi as I made ...y way into the kitchen. When I said I’d prepared some nibbles what I meant was that I’d gone to the local supermarket and bought a couple of their selection boxes and some extra dips. It wouldn’t take me long to make a salad, so I set to work.Back in the living room Lotti had moved her case and sat back in the armchair. Fay was still sat on the carpet. The following years followed a similar pattern. I would be sucking my mothers breasts, or clit or anus as my farther pounded her. I was never penetrated with anything but an index finger, asked to penetrate my mother or father or have my father cum on me. Still, I enjoyed the fun and pleasure I both gave and received. There were fond memories where I would walk in covered in dirt from a day roaming the forests around our house and be taken to the shower by my mum. She would strip us of our. I did not have to worry about anything as long as she did.“Oh daddy, I’ve never felt my clit react like this before. Your finger is drawing it out even more than when I feel it. God, daddy, keep going!” I suddenly heard and was pulled back into reality. I began to circle over her sensitivity even more. I felt it getting harder and more attentive as I did.In quicker circles of my finger, I massaged over her clitoral hood, feeling Molly’s pink button behind it. Molly was right, I could feel her. I am wearing a teal blue satin nightie, the color of blue found in peacock feathers, it is slinky and silky and feels good as it caresses my skin; my nipples growing erect and puckered under the nightie. I am remembering my last special delivery and feel moisture on my vertical lips. My tongue swipes across my lips and wets them, feeling hungry I reach down and lift the fabric of my gown, I spread my legs wide and shift forward on my chair. I run a finger slowly and deliberately down the length.