‘Daddy – I want you to teach me everything, to do everything to me. I don’t care if you hurt me – I – I want you to hurt me, and fuck me ove... and over, and do all the things you did with Mummy …’ It was the start of thirty-six hours of almost constant sex. We paused only to sl**p for a few hours, shower, and grab something to eat, still naked and kissing and fondling each other, never out of each other’s sight. We stood naked at the bedroom window admiring the moonlight, and Chloe turned to me. She was wearing her blue nightie. That made her even sexier. I said, “So, are you seeing someone?” She was surprised & said, “What?? No!!” “Then why did you act like that way?” She said, “How did I act? When was that?” I said, “That day when I kissed you.” She said, “Listen, don’t you think that what you are doing is wrong?” “I’m just doing what natural is.” “This is nothing natural. I’m your sister. We are family.” I said, “Of course we are. But I’ve found you beautiful and caring.” . Brenda was one of the senior department chiefs in our firm. She was a knockout, regardless of any yardstick used, even though she was in her late forties. Tall and shapely, she automatically attracted the attention of every male when she walked through the cubicle area. She realized the attention she received and provided additional incentive by wearing exceedingly short skirts that displayed her exceptionally shapely legs."What's the matter, Mike." I asked with a chuckle. "Getting horny. "It's just..." the boyfriend tried to find his words, "this kind of remaking does a great disservice to the original composers. I'm sure they would have never wanted their music to be withered down to a common fad." Industrial music is not a fad," Amelia retorted through her teeth. She was clearly having a difficult time controlling her temper."Well, it's like using classic rock in car insurance commercials." Don't you mean BEER commercials?" Well that's a bit different I think."Amelia's eyes.