“Sssshh,” she giggled, a feeble attempt to control her sudden burst of hiccups.The clink of the door keys signalled Sam’s drunken attempt to fin... the lock. “Fuck, you’ll get me into trouble,” he whispered, trying to hide his laugh from any spying neighbours.Sienna pressed her petite body up against his, as they stumbled through the door, locking out the snap of cool midnight air. He quietly chuckled at the sound of her sweet giggles, triggered by a vain attempt to stop her incessant hiccupping. ..but that only encouraged me to scrub all the harder. Tears ran down mycheeks as I cleaned myself... or at least tried to clean myself. It wasas if I could possibly clean the horror of what was done to me away withthe dirt. I knew that it was silly... but it was how I felt.When I was finished, I felt a little better, though not much. I didn'tthink that I'd ever be clean of what they'd done to me. The tears hadstopped, but I was angry at myself for ever letting them come in thefirst place.. I reached the park and there was a few people wandering around, some with dogs and some just using the path as a cut through, I let Bruno off the lead to let him have a run. I crouched down each time he came back rubbing his back and letting him kiss my face and then off he would go again. The next time he came back, I crouched down to greet him I felt his nose go right up my skirt and I felt his wet nose sniffing at my panties, OMG I thought, it actually felt good and instinctively my legs. I rubbed the part right above them, and on the sides. Mom,that feels so good, keep going. I reached to the part under her breasts and gently cupped them as I came back up. Mom,yeah, right there, my boobs are sore. I felt hotter than ever, and kept massagin her breasts. I caressed their perfection, and would squeeze gently, feeling every inch of them. As I squeesed, I could smell her milk, and started seeing how her nipples grew bigger and bigger, and white milk drops started coming out. My mom.