We didn’t talk much at breakfast, which was fine by me. I was too busy feeding the two of us.When Julie recovered her senses after the orgasm Mom ga...e her, and her stomach was getting full, her attitude changed.“Mother, I want to be released this instant. Tell Rick to let me go,” she demanded.“Why?” her mother asked as she nibbled on a piece of toast larded with jam.“I have no intention of being Rick’s sex slave. That what he said he’d do to me, Mother. Make me his slave.”“You said you’d like. .. yet I barely heard as my concentration was focussed on ignoring the lecherous feelings she was again causing his mind to envision.At 21 Kirsty was a fully mature lovely blonde young lady, vivacious and full of life but my thoughts as ever strayed back to the time she hit puberty shortly after I moved in with her Mum and watched a gangly young girl change into a young adolescent and the lust for her body I tried always to hide and conceal.I was often asked by my partner Vicky why I didn't. Logging into his favorite story site, "Stroking Over Lolitas", he sent off his latest literary baby: "The Gift of Tongues: how littleMissy found the perfect birthday present for naughty Uncle Tim", byNoam de Plume. When the upload was complete, he repaired to bed, and resolved to be patient while waiting for responses to his newest offering. He fell asleep while pretending to be Uncle Tim...Some time later, elsewhere in the world, a man named John came upon"The Gift of Tongues." The title. Julie told me that she’d been interrogated the day before, and our story of four couples earning some holiday money had been accepted; there had been no need to actually identify the couples, though she had told them that her boyfriend wouldn’t be here until today, and our other friends not at work until tomorrow.After lunch (and yes, the steak and kidney puddings were excellent, as was the treacle tart and custard) we did our daily swap round of the caravan crockery and cutlery, putting it in.