Kate had not taken up Meg's invitation to come in for coffee. Instead she had climbed into her mini and drove home.With relief she got out of bed desp...te not feeling rested at all, even a long shower did not revitalise her. She went in to the kitchen and switched on the kettle to make some tea. Her head ached and her limbs acted as if they were encased in concrete. The tea made, she sat listlessly at the kitchen table. Did she feel disgust for her dream? Yes she thought she did. Why did it keep. First of all, my love-making with my little sister Tanya became more and more outrageous. Each time, we learned new and exciting ways to give pleasure to each other. And we seized more and more opportunities to be together. Almost every night, we would wait until Mum and Dad had gone to sleep before one of us would go creeping into the other's room for an hour or more of sisterly sex.The second memory of that summer was that my own tits began to develop, at long last! My bust was nowhere near. Courtney was a tall and beautiful natural blond with deep pouting red lips who just wanted one thing in life, to bear a child. Born of very rich family in the South she had gone to all the best colleges and while she was at Swarthmore she had become a committed lesbian. They called her the campus lipstick lesbian. Oddly enough she was a lesbian with a desperate need to become pregnant and that seemed to her to be the most natural thing in the world. She was a new woman who could take any cock. .. “OH MY GOD! Look at my titties. OH HELL YES! I have huge titties. Did you feel the electric shock? I nearly peed on myself.”Sherry told her, “I never felt a thing. Maybe you should take a break to go fix your uniform. You’re about to burst out of that blouse.”There was a small crowd gathering when I took my guitar out of the case and started picking and singing“My Special Angel” Bobby Helms ©1957You are my special angelSent from up aboveThe Lord smiled down on meAnd sent an angel to loveYou.