He ended by licking my cunt while his fingers fucked my ass.When we went back in the house mom had to know he had been fucking me but she did not say ... word. I guess she knew by now what a slut I was for my dads cock. I also fucked dad better than mom ever did. Every time we were alone dad would sexually touch me some how. He either grabed my tits or my ass or fingered my pussy. And I felt his cock and jerked him making him cum in his pants. We also made a lot of trips to the shed to fuck for. I told him to do it and he did!” Mallory told me while kissing my face repeatedly.“I bet that he would love kissing your ass even more!” I observed.“Yes, but he will obey me, just as you paid him to do. He’s mine now, thanks to you, and I fully plan to use him. Not marry him, though. I can’t marry my slave. He has to always be conscious of his place, at my feet. No, I was thinking that I’d marry one of these guys instead, if one of them will marry me, knowing that we’re share and share alike.. Occasional vegetation grew here and there, drooping over the still water, but their branches bore neither leaf nor fruit. The falling man sat upon the shore for a bit, tossing tiny pebbles into the murk to watch them disappear noiselessly beneath the oily surface, and pondered the genesis of this oppressive body of water. Although he had an inkling of the well from which it sprang, his companion offered no further insight, and he chose not to pry. Further on down the shore a cliff loomed out. To all their questions she answered, ‘I don’t know’. Who she was, why had she collapsed, where did she live, where was she going, all received the same answer. She’d decided after standing up and getting a quick look around her that while she might still be in Boston, it wasn’t the Boston she knew from 1956. Better to claim amnesia until she knew more.A few hours later, at the local precinct, after even more policemen of various ranks asked the same questions, and received the same answers;.