He understood andhappily told her, "She's like a little sister to me. I don't like herthat way, she's too much of a friend to me to consider dating. I...'d belike dating your sister or cousin. I'm sure you'd understand that?"Morgan blushed and nodded, telling him, "I guess you guessed who I was.I like her a lot but she isn't my kind of girl. She's the best friend Ialways wanted but she's not lover material. Even if she wasn't mycousin, she's not doing anything for me. Other girls...well there are. “Now seems a good time for pie. Beth, would you help me?”I nodded, stood, and followed her to the kitchen. I looked over my shoulder, saw no one else following. “Supplicant, I want a copy of the photo of us sexing Dad.”Mom’s mien faltered slightly, then blanked. Then she smiled. “Of course, Mistress. Is there anything else you require?”“Not at the moment.”I then wrapped Mom in my arms. “Thanks, Mom! That was awesome!”I gathered plates and forks, while Mom got the pie out and sliced it. The two. Now, she was going to be surrounded by a mass of brown and yellow. She tapped her heels together three times as she closed her eyes. But when she opened them, she was still stuck in Strabane.The next morning, came the final indignities. She stood at the bus stop at the edge of the estate, watching the other girls and boys congregate around her. Slowly it dawned on her. While all the girls were dressed in the same horrendous brown and yellow ensemble as she was, all the boys were wearing a black. I pulled on them, squeezing and twisting them, until she came so violently her legs began to shake and her whole body appeared to go into meltdown; she was howling like I had never heard her howl before! My mouth was flooded by her juices and I swallowed them all down, grateful for my reward. I was fully hard by the point and desperate to fuck her. Whilst she was still recovering from her second orgasm, I pulled down my jeans and tight boxers, and then slipped off her dress. Her naked body lay.