My mom's new husband was younger than her and his oldest was a girl, Nancy. Nancy, by the time she was 18 had a baby of her own, the father of the c*...*d and her were going to be married but he was arrested a day before their wedding. So Nancy became a dancer at, what we called,a go-go bar. That is where she met Rich. We, my wife and I, met them at a family picnic and found out we had one thing in common. We liked doing d**gs. Nothing real heavy, a little coke and some marijuana. So, I. The t-shirt rode up, showing her shapely rear in very ordinary white panties and her curves up to her ribs. At the bottom, the shirt fell to cover her to her thighs, and she shuffled over to me, hair tousled and eyes hooded.I held out an arm and she snuggled against me, yawning. I began to get hard...Dora’s voice...I’d about given up. I had enough money for a few weeks, even if I stayed in hotels. I could get a coach ticket to ... somewhere. Birmingham, perhaps. The temptation was to get it. “Hi.”“Hi. Have I been out long?”“About an hour: you’ve got another hour before you have to ride scout.”“Can I just sit here with you till then?”Opal Anne leaned over and kissed me long and soft, before she whispered, “Thank you for not fucking me. It means a lot.”So that was our consummating, we cuddled for a couple of hours, although she did slide her hand around to get a real good idea of the size of what I was packing. Sitting there with Opal Anne was the best feeling I’d had in my life. It. It had started again and soon my daughter would be part of it, she did not return that night or the next day. But when she arrived back with Jumta, Eddy was waiting on the porch my things back in the guest room and Victoria had that same look as her moms. Eddy held out his hand; Victoria looked at me for help. But Eddy barked “come” and I looked to the ground helplessly.I could not look at her as she climbed the steps of the porch and headed inside with him, the next few hours I could hear the.