A dolly was cradled in the crook of her elbow. A GI Jane doll, but a dolly none the less. As I ushered them into my office Pamela planted a chaste kis... on my cheek. Betsy showered my face with wet sloppy smooches while embracing me in a bear hug, rubbing her diaper clad cunt up and down my pants leg.With a "Bad Girl!" from Pam and a muffled swat on her fanny from me, Betsy reluctantly released me and plopped down on my rug to play. She sat Indian style, rocking back and forth while babbling. I thought about dragging this out, but with Leslie, turnabout is fair play in her books.True enough, once in her bedroom, she made me lick up our mess from her thighs before she put on a clean skirt.We spent the rest of the evening planning for the weekend.On Saturday evening, I was meant to stay in my room and figure out something appropriate to wear while the two of them got drunk. Well, actually, Leslie wasn't planning on getting trashed, she wanted to watch.I started to get ready, ignoring. You like Damien, still, don't you?"I took a deep breath and told her that I did. I even mentioned to her how I would have invited him in last night if he'd just kissed me in the car. Adrienne smiled. She understood the lustful spell I'd been under. I'd seen her several times where she could hardly control herself. Adrienne in full lust mode or lethal fuckdom was a force of nature."But you know what else, I realize?" I asked her. "If you hadn't been so nice as to give me that shoot, I'd have. .. I mean ... It's just ... well, it's silly, I know, but ... well, I never go to bed without a goodnight kiss from Dad, and..." And I'm the best substitute you have."She looked horrorstruck. "Uncle Randy, I didn't mean it that way!" You didn't mean it as a compliment?" No! I meant..." The high, smooth forehead wrinkled in confusion. "What?"We stopped in front of her bedroom door and faced each other. "Your number one choice was your father. I was number two, the next person after your father..