I paused for a moment after the second paragraph and saw she was looking down. “It’s OK Deb, you can read it also. You know how we felt about each...other.”I know we were both crying softly when I finished, and I put it into the envelope. “You’re not mad, are you Pete?” she softly asked.“Actually, no. A little hurt, but I also understand. And thinking on it, I think she’s right. This is hard on me, and I know it was hard on her. But this was probably the best way. And at least I know she really. That's it boy,slurp all round that big old daddy-cock,oh,yessss,that's a good little slut" Fuck,this was so nasty,and yet I was in me element,noshing away on that smelly,slimy bell-end just like an old pro'!Just as I was really getting down to it the doorbell bing-bonged!Fuck,fuck,fuck,what the shit was I gonna do now?!"Stay there boy,don't panic,it's just a surprise for you" And before I had chance to say owt he was in a bathrobe and heading downstairs!Oh,shit,had someone seen me,and did they. Kaden rolled a 2 to wind up on square #3: Wild Card. The card showed a cartoonish pair of boobs and said, ‘Boob play for 1 minute.’ He showed the card to his sister, dropped it onto the discard pile, and grabbed her titflesh through her thin shirt.She gasped at the intimate contact but couldn’t stop her brother from molesting her. She had to play the game. Soon his fingers found her nipples, which were always swollen during her fertile time of the month, and he pinched them lightly. Her breath. Like a succession of polaroids, she began to see her mother and Craig having the time of their lives; taking photos of each other in front of a waterfall; embracing one another at the top of a cliff observing the sun set over the African horizon. Jenny's mind swirled with chaos. A maze of loneliness, regret and confusion. She gently closed her eyes, allowing the images to fade away. She gradually relaxed her body and fell into a deep slumber. Two weeks later and Sheila and Craig were snuggled.