I mean the last time I saw you, you were gloating about selling me to the slavers. Now tell me again why that was?" asked Rayne airily, while nonchala...tly waving one of her hands. "Something about you finally getting even with me or something?" Ray, you know how us girls talk, it wasn't anything serious. I was just fooling around with you," said Vanessa nervously."Oh really? So were you also fooling around when you had my daughter sold? Where she was almost forced to screw some sweaty old man,. "This is most of it though" I follow her watching her ass as she walks infront of me. "It's a pretty good turn out, a lot more than I was expecting" i smile as we walk into the kitchen and she turns around to face me before propping herself up on the kitchen worktop infront of me. "Yeh, this is actually the most I've had here in an evening" she says placing her wine down next to her before another young woman, probably mid 20's walks over to us. "This is Claire, Claire this Matt" she says. You're so tense," she would say. I'd fantasize about Anne coming into my room at night when my dad was asleep and sitting on me, I kneading her full, succulent breasts. Her breasts are perhaps her best feature. So big and juicy; I'd look down her bra as she leans over to zip up my jacket or put plates on the table, in her sweet, motherly way. My teenage sister was never anywhere near as beautiful as my stepmother. She knew this and became jealous of the attention my dad and I gave to this older. You can't be too careful these days on meeting someone for the first time; but my daughter had reassured me he was a respectable student.He found my address without difficulty and my friend showed him into my lounge. I was unsure what to wear but had chosen to wear a knee length skirt a chemise top and buttoned cardigan and no underwear, simply shoes. He was a little hesitant at first but accepted some snacks and a soft drink which my friend brought in for us. My friend left for another room.