"We need to get home. There are going to be a lot of introductions and explanations to be made," I told him."Let's try your house first. It's hard to ...ell where everyone might be," Pat told. We returned to our bundles of things sitting on the grass, and Pat and I used the transfer spell. We instantly vanished from the Grove and reappeared in the living room of my Parents' house."Hello! Is anyone home?" I called, and was answered seconds later by several voices."Michael?" a female voice. He old man sat at the fire drinking and I noticed there was another glass, that Jenny picked-up, then I realised the sweet taste she left on my lips was some sort of liqueur, and I drew my tongue across my lips again.'Would you like one Mariel', he asked me, I declined as I had to go home and I did not want to draw attention to myself.'Mariel's ovulating uncle, she's in heat, so we will schedule her in for Friday night'.He was looking straight at me, 'Good girl, good girl', he murmured over and. Reaching for her bra, Bob scooped out each breast in turn, growling at the sight of her helplessness. Heather's eyes flashed and focused on his firm cock twitching in his trousers. She had grown so accustomed to having Bob be smitten with her, bending to her whims, that to have that taken away from her and be totally at his mercy was… scary? Exhilarating? In answer, she felt a trickle of juice moisten the gusset of the lingerie.Bob paced a few times, eyeing her, hunger evident. "What should I. Now and then she accepts but she could not bear me.” When he said that, I imagined his dick which I saw three days back. “I have to unload the heat in me. What should I do? You tell me,” and he pressed my thigh.I felt a tingling sensation run through my body. Unknowingly I still came closer to him and felt the warmth of his thighs. We are talking about these things as if such talks are common between us. Dad is talking about his sex life directly to his daughter i.e. with me.When he said your.