.. Oh, please! I don't want to say anymore!" "You must," Sandy said, squeezing the knee. "You must tell me, Lori."Sandy saw Lori was about to cry. She...also knew Lori's distress was not because she was ashamed of what she had done, but because she had to tell Sandy about something she might not approve of. The way Lori looked at her cunt told Sandy this teenage sexpot wanted her, wanted her pussy."We were... were doing it!" Lori wailed. "Were doing it to each other! Ohhh, Mrs. Henderson, we were. “She and I have been in contact for some time.”“Oh yes, I remember her,” said Stacey.“The news isn’t good,” said Aunt Delia.“Huh? What news?” said Stacey.“David’s in a bad way, Stacey, a very bad way. Winnie, Miss Clark, has seen fit to confide in me things that David told her not to reveal. But, being the good person that she is, she took it upon herself to speak to me, as she told me, in David’s best interests.”“Aunt Delia, what’s happened to him?”“He’s in the prison infirmary. He was gang. I didn't know if I should interrupt her or just let it go. I didn't want to embarrass her, but sooner or later she is going to find out I was at home. It could trouble her more, wondering if I was aware of what she had been doing. I took a deep breath and stepped into Sally's bedroom.“Oh shit,” I almost screamed. I put my hand over my mouth to muffle any sounds as I stood frozen, ogling my naked daughter’s body. I was very horny and extremely aroused. I was disgusted with myself yet turned on. My mind drifts through each of my many miseries trying to find a source of relief before giving up in vain and moving on to the source of pain that builds itself up to greater agony than the last. It knows the only source of relief is my Mistress, who is sound asleep in her comfortable bed, and does not stop thinking of her.The stark dichotomy between us plays over in my mind, embedding my inferiority to her in my mind as an absolute; 3+4=7, dogs bark, and I am inferior to my Mistress. My mind.