"Ladies, you may know that I'm working on a doctorate in anthropology."Cathy laughed. "I'm a doctoral candidate in computer science. Anyone else? Do w... get to say 'doctor doctor' in passion?"Charley grinned in return. "Betty, my wonderful mother, has an Indian graduate degree in what really is sexual anthropology. Somehow, she doesn't get that I appreciate her work. I'm guessing that she helped set this up, which is great. Yes, I haven't been all that sexually active, and wanted to be."One. He’d always loved head scratches, and though he feared the person giving it to him, he loved how Mistress Raell’s fingers ran across his skull. He picked up his crawling pace so that she’d keep scratching, and was happy when she did. Raell smiled as the head scratch did its job. She could fell the waves of pleasure emitting from Drake, despite the fact that he was crawling like a dog besides her. They reached the stairs and she stopped petting him. Drake felt a little sad, but focused instead. His head was swelling with a thousand different thoughts and sensations – the predominant one amongst them being that Andy found himself fucking one of his very own daughters, one of his own children! It was incredible, unthinkable, yet one of the most intensely arousing moments of his entire life, and it took all of the middle-aged man’s willpower to stop from cumming deep inside her twitching pink pussy-sheath as she climaxed. Andrew pulled his slime-slick finger out of his daughter’s asshole. ” Between one blink and the next my mind cleared of the last of the perfumes effects, eyes colliding silently with his, the only thing that remained of the phantoms face. Suppressed memories washed over me, so much pain, but I was strong enough now. ‘Come on and dance with me’ His eyes widened, mesmerized by the familiar words. He didn’t resist when I pressed him onto his back, Kissing the scar that slashed through the corner of his mouth, the mouth that had sung along to the taxi radio ‘Hey.