“Milk and cake, Willi?” she asked.The aroma of coffee tantalised me. “Actually, could I try some coffee, please?”Mutti Frida gave me a surpris...d look. “Coffee?”So, I explained how I had inadvertently picked up a cup of coffee in Leipzig and its aroma was enticing but it had tasted awful. The aroma of Mutti Frida’s coffee was even better.“OK, Willi.” She poured me a small cup from the coffee machine on the stove: strong, dark and slightly bitter – pretty good, although not quite up to Melbourne. This trip had been cathartic, and I now knew that I loved her, and had always loved her since she was born, I had loved her little face, her little hands; I had loved rocking her in my arms when our mother allowed it. I had loved her as we grew up and I had always been careful so that nothing would happen to her; and I now knew that I had failed her in the end. The bruises all over her body told me so.Moira rested better that night, and when she awoke the next morning and saw me, her brother,. The helmet was very swollen and much protruding from his foreskin. "I think it likes you," said Luke, coyly. Rebecca looked at Luke straight in the eyes. His calm, sweet tone of voice reassured her and made her so aroused. "I like him," said Rebecca lustily. Luke smirked. He grabbed Rebecca into his arms and kissed her passionately. She reciprocated. His erect penis pressed into her abdomen. He lifted her up and held her and she wrapped her legs around his waist. Her pussy moistened vastly as. I wanted to jump for joy."As a matter of fact, dear your first duty will be to prove your loyalty. I want you on your knees directly in front of me."I was shaking with excitement as I dropped to my knees without even thinking about it.Sandra released a wicked little laugh before speaking again, "So Kary, are you ready to submit to the whims of myself and Ken, be they what they may?"Looking up at her, I'm sure she could see my excitement know as tripped over my tongue just to say, "Yes ma'am.".