When they came past us she said, ‘I’m her mother, how is she?’ They didn’t stop but offered, ‘She’s still alive ma’am and not badly bur...ed’ and they kept going. They finally tended to Mel and he was soon on his way to the hospital and then Vicki and I soon followed. My burns weren’t serious but they hurt like hell for the next couple of days. Mel’s burns were a little worse from pulling the pilot free but he too only suffered with a lot of pain for a few days and he was missing a lot of hair.. He began to sweetly kiss my neck; feeling his breath upon my skin sent shivers down my spine. His fingers ran down in between the space of my breasts, tracing the curves of them and then caressed them as he moved down to take my nipples into his mouth. I felt my nipples stand at attention as they entered his moist wet mouth; his teeth tugged on them, and he teased them with the gentle flicks of his tongue. Every new movement and tantalizing touch was even more exciting because I was unable to. I've got to meet that girl. I wish that my father had encouraged me to fuck my boyfriend when I was 16.”“Here I am.”“Well. I think that you are such a lucky girl. I was still sneaking out to fuck my boyfriend when I was 20 and then lying about it when I got home.”“Yes. Phil has been a great dad since Sarah left us. But it nearly cost me my mum. Now that she is back, part time, life is even better, because we are both sluts and proud of it. By the way, I like Phil's definition: a slut is anyone. I sat gingerly on the toilet, expecting some pain, but it didn't feel any different.I was sitting there nude, pooping, with my hair mussed from sleep, when Master entered the bathroom with a white negligee and a pair of white high-heeled slippers. He hung the gown on the hook and set the slippers on the floor. Smiling with mirth, he looked me in the eyes, blew me a kiss, and deliberately flipped on the exhaust fan as he left. I was mortified. Shaking my head I wanted to slug him. Here I am.