“Surprised we showed up?” Hilda smiled.“I am a little. You never know when you meet someone with a promise to get together, then are stood up.�...“I can’t imagine any guy ever standing you up, unless it was to fuck you on your feet,” John smiled, eyeing her barely covered body. “You look good enough to eat.”“That’s the main idea and so does Hilda,” Karen commented on her low-cut, short dress. She stood and accepted a hug and kiss from them. Her new lovers noticed the bruising around her neck and. All you can see are the loops and patterns, all you can hear is my voice, all you can feel is the gentle touch of my hands taking all your worries and cares away, taking your will and thoughts away, leaving behind only pleasure and obedience. My touch is pleasure, isn’t it?’ Paul, barely breathing, barely blinking, said ‘…yes…’ Her fingers soothed, stroked, massaged his head. ‘And you like pleasure, don’t you?’ ‘…yes…’ ‘Fighting the symbol would mean fighting the pleasure, and the pleasure is. Incest had spread further.My daughter crawled onto me, her youthful face bursting with passion. She had this wicked gleam in her eyes. I shuddered at the intensity. I hoped Michael and Linda discovered incest. I wondered if there was something I could do about it?Then my daughter spun around over me. Her legs flashed. Her brown-furred muff appeared over me, my son's white cum matting her silky curls. I groaned at the sight. I had eaten Nancy's pussy out so many times over the last week. I had. She had been doing this since she was a seven and needed to know what to do about getting kissed so that she could turn into a princess.Maggie didn't know what Beth needed advice for this time, but whatever it had been, Elvis and Aunt Prudie encouraged her to chase after me, which, of course, ended up with her being in the contest Maggie cooked up.When I told George all this at school the next day, he was as amazed as I'd been the night before and decided he needed to go chat with Elvis.