Was she inviting it, too? Then, Natalie added, “I love you, Marcus. We both love you. Make this … all three … of us.”He couldn’t move for a ...oment. He looked down to where Natalie’s head was beneath her mother’s hips, then down to the hand that never stopped stroking him. Michelle had expressed the words and feelings many times, now Natalie. He pinched Natalie’s nipple in response and added the words himself, “I love you, too, Natalie. Thank you for sharing your mom with me. Thank you for. “It makes you happy when I caress you?” asked Dad. “Yes, daddy. These nights make me happy to be with you and close, you know I always look forward to them. I don’t know but you are caressing my skin and us being close makes me happy” I said softly. Dad picked up my hand kissing it before saying “It makes me happy to sweetie that we have these times together, they are one of the best parts of my week spending time with my beautiful daughter”. I blushed a bit squeezing his hand before guiding. " I barely noticed when she replaced my champagne with a Screwdriver, heavy on the vodka. I drank it down, gasping as the fiery liquid coursed down my throat."Wow, this is pretty potent." I commented, feeling a little warm.I had never had much of a tolerance for alcohol. "Oh, yes, but it's the holidays! You need to have a little fun!" said Jean, putting her hand on my shoulder. She seemed a little tipsy, having downed a couple of shots herself. Her eyes were a little red, and her face was. “Just a moment,” he mumbled. I watched, frozen half in fear as my brother reached over my head to grab his trousers that lay on the chair by the bed. As he leaned forwards and fumbled in the pockets his enormous erection came closer and closer to my face. Jesus! It was big. I knew how it had felt in my hand a few moments ago but now, with its swollen, purple, bulbous head merely inches from my face it looked terrifying. Before I could react the fumbling ceased and Jakes sat back on his ankles,.