The water was almost at her waist.Suddenly Emma's mouth opened even wider. Her face was purple. Her body stiffened and her head dropped downward as he... black tongue stuck out even further, which didn't seem possible, then she started to shake. It didn't look like she was struggling, just vibrating hard. Imogen didn't realize these were the little blonde's death throes.Imogen's mind went into a panic. She started flailing with the shower control handle again, trying to get the water to stop. She. ?Suck on it,? Mother finally spoke, pointing her dry, meatloaf-sized footforward. I took her foot in my hands and placed my lips against it, kissing it devotedly. ?Your father wants you wearing your blue dress tonight,? Mother said. ?Yes Ma'am,? I said, pushing my tongue firmly against her dark, unwashed sole,dragging it up and down to pamper it. ?I swear,? she said as a commercial came on, ?You're such a little fairy maybewe should talk your cross country coach into putting you on the girl's. I entered the room carrying a JC’s shopping bag and my 22 cm high plastic step stool. The stool was for later. I set it down near the door. The shopping bag was to carry a classy top to be worn at dinner and my “get comfortable” silk blouse. But this was lunch. I wore that skirt from JC’s. It looked good although it covered my legs. Just so you know I had removed my panties before going to his room.Sid wanted to have as much time after lunch as possible. We kissed. I teased his crotch. He felt. It had been there for years. I could so easily get my fix. But he’d know. Of course he’d fucking know. What didn’t he know?I hated him for knowing me so completely. For so many years, the real me had been a secret, the best kept secret. I was the only person who knew me, who knew what went around in my head. And then Kent had come and picked me apart and seen everything and put me back together but with a piece of him in there too. He knew me inside out.I was wearing his favourite dress. I.