"What is your name boy?" the lady asked. Though she already knew it was polite to ask."Cale," he said after clearing his throat.She held out her hand,..."nice to met you Cale. I am Kendra the Witch. Would you like to redeem this now?"Cale shook Kendra's hand gingerly. "Sure, if you do not mind," he said softly. He briefly wondered if she always introduced herself as a witch."Alright, let me just lock up real quick," Kendra said as she walked to the front and to lock the door."Why would you need. I didn't want them drunk and it wasn't my beer but this is what I'm "supposed" to do so I didn't really think about it. Everyone needed beers all around. As I was getting up to get them, Tom commented that the game was kinda dull since we weren't playing for money. Rod agreed but reminded him that we didn't have any money or anything to play for.Tom suggested we play for clothes - good old-fashioned strip poker. I was in the kitchen at this point with Bruce right behind me (to help with the. I abruptly stopped stroking and opened my eyes completely. "Crap," I moaned, bringing my left hand to my face. "Do I really want to have sex with my daughter now? I mean, with my dick actually inside her with Kate there too?"I didn't get an answer to that either, but it seemed obvious.'I can't wrap my head around that. Maybe I do want to fuck Rose now. She has shown herself to be quite a woman: incredibly beautiful and charming too. Now as I see her naked, she has opened that incestuous door. Throughout all these experiences has existed the delicious fire of eroticism. The burning passion of two ships passing in the night, aware of each other for only the briefest of encounters. An understanding gentleness, touched by the sweetness of childhood daisy-chains and shy first kisses. The mellow passion of a loving partner together enamoured through a life shared.I have stories enough to fill a library, dear reader, a bittersweet mix of the traumatic and ecstatic, and I hope to regale.