I poured two glasses and put on some music.When I sat down again, I worried that Karissa would get the wrong impression. I turned off the music and sa... down again. It was too quiet so I turned on the television. A soap opera was playing. Low music and a man and a woman talking close in a dark restaurant. I flipped the channel to network news and there came a knock on the door.I let Karissa in and we sat down on my loveseat in the living room. I gave her a glass of wine."Early," she said.. She would be the receptacle into which they would spew their lewd sperm as they had into thousands of other whores in other places at other times.The vile squeak of the rat penetrated through her thoughts into her inner conscious mind. It too was part of the evil picture. It was the conqueror, the thing against which she could not fight. She knew she would have submitted to any demands, no matter how depraved, to keep that evil creature away from her, to keep its monstrous teeth from tearing at. No wonder your aunt thinks us a good match, we are very much alike.’ ‘Too much alike to–‘ ‘be attracted to each other.’ they both finished and laughed. From the corner of his eye, he saw his father and the Comtess peering from the hall terrace. ‘Will you be relieved if I told you–‘ ‘That you have no intention of marrying me, but have the deepest desire to be well acquainted with my sister?’ finished Dominique, quite pleased with herself, and finding herself much excited for her sister. ‘Not. Her mother moved her head to kiss the back of her hand and as she kissed she felt her mother's tongue between her fingers. Diane's other hand reached out and was stroking her mother's hair. As erotic as the whole scene was she was surprised to notice that her mother had her hair cut shorter... 'looks nice'Her thoughts were interrupted, "Diane, come around here and you can see how beautiful your mom's ass looks filled with cock." Not really believing she was doing it she walked slowly around the.