“Get on your back, Ellen. Let us both enjoy you.” I turned on my back and both men started to play with one of my breasts. They both were sucking...at my nipples. Lightly chewing and biting on my nipple. I could feel my pussy getting wetter and wetter as they played. My stepfather then got between my legs. He licked and adored my bald pussy. Allan was squeezing my breasts together and licking at each nipple. He then sat on top of me and we shared a deep and passionate kiss. My stepfather was. "Sylvie, what are you doing?" Her daddy was home.Sylvie looked up embarrassed. Red faced. She quickly pulled her hand out and switched off the tv. "I'm sorry, I'll just go now," she said beginning to get up but her Daddy stood before her - a lustful look in his eyes as he stared down at her long, slender legs."Don't go," he said. His eyes travelled along and down at her gorgeous slender body to her breasts and felt himself shamefully getting sexually aroused. He glanced down at his crotch area. She fussed over this special spot endlessly. The minute a weed invaded it was plucked right out. The gardening had become an obsession ever since her husband had died ten years earlier in a accident at his job leaving her alone with two teenage k**s. Her k**s were now both gone until one afternoon when the phone rang. Kacey ran from the garden and her 23 year old son told her that he had lost his job and was out of cash and needed to come home for awhile. She thought things over as she ran her. More or less. Emily looked at me in disbelief: "I don't believe one word...you must either go to very few or your flat must be massive". Pretending to be annoyed about her teasing I invited her to my flat: "See it with your own eyes then!".In my flat I opened a botte of wine and showed her my shelves of personal art history. Some of it was quite ridiculous and we compared the deformed sculptures in one book with some of our friends and colleagues - the similarity was often quite remarkable. A.