I guess Anne's apparent rape was pretty intense. Nonetheless, I said, "Yes, it will get more intense than that."Michelle thought about it, then said, ...I guess I'll stay, and I can always leave if it gets too intense. Will I just be an observer, or a participant?"Mmmmm, now that was an excellent question. I hadn't planned for any of this, but it could be very interesting with sexy Michelle as a participant. I gave it a little more thought, and then I said, "I'll tell you what. You decide if you. Viewed from the outside, in the fading light of a late summer evening, the impression was that of a rectangular block with square towers at each corner, its blunt ruggedness emphasised by the numerous many-mullioned rectangular windows. The decoration was completely classical, with superimposed pilasters, round-arched niches, and classical balustrades. The pilasters and half columns had raised bands across their middles, and the gables crowning the corner towers were decorated to suggest. .. nothing, all around him. Total blackness surrounded him. Where the hell was he?Before him, a thin white line appeared from the floor, shooting up and then branching off into two right angles. These lines turned back downwards, forming two long rectangles. Then the line in the middle expanded, like a sliding door opening. The light behind the door was white, blindingly so; David held up a hand before his face. Silhouetted in the doorway was the figure of a man.“What the… who’s there?” David. The story line was incestuous coupling between a brother and sister. The pictures were clear, erotic and hot. The text said that the siblings loved each other like husband and wife. I remembered that a few days ago, I had hugged Man Bhaiya and had felt his cock twitch against my stomach, and it was not limp. It was fatter and a little firmer. It kind of thrilled me to think that my Bhaiya was starting to get a hard-on while hugging me, but neither of us did anything to further. We broke our hug.