The walls of the basement had echoed these many decades with the pleas and sobs of wayward daughters requiring instruction on obeying their betters. W... also met Sir Harry's eldest daughter, Eugenia, a girl of 20 years of age and a ripe body ready for picking. She has employed her oral skills these two years past to console her widowed Father devoid of spouse and bed-mate. They are very close and more like lovers than Father and Daughter. We are yet to meet his other two daughters, or the title. They looked more like an omelet than scrambled eggs. And I had set the toaster for too long, so the toast was nearly pitch black. I put a tiny bit of butter on it, then spread some strawberry jam on it. I put it all on a plate and grabbed a fork, then went back to my room. ‘Here ya go, sweet stuff,’ I said as I handed him his breakfast. ‘I’m sorry that it tastes disgusting.’ ‘What? Ali, it will not taste disgus—’ He took a bite of his eggs, and his eyes went blank. He chewed a few times, then. I can hear water boiling, and what seem very much like the sounds of pleasure – a supposition supported by the smell of sex. My vision is clearing, and I can see figures which are clearly people. I try to stand, but my sense of equilibrium is compromised.Oh. It’s a party. Obviously. Those lights are lava lamps and string lights. The haze is smoke. The boiling sound is a bong. I smell the air again. And… a hookah? Did I wake up in 2010? Ugh. Maybe I did. I massage the pain in my temples as I. I want you to be my wife. You are my love." She had put her arms around my neck and was staring into my eyes. I had my arms around her holding her in place not that she was trying to get away.She slowly moved closer and kissed my lips gently but pulled me tighter as her kiss became more passionate. My arms went around her and held her close. We finally broke the kiss and she got up only long enough to straddle me and kissed me again. Our breathing became heavier. She pressed her breasts into my.