The bar was not real busy but there seemed to be several men who would serve her purpose for the night. She sat down at the bar and looked at three gu...s that were sitting at a table nearby. One of the guys was a bad boy type. His hair was long and she could tell he was a player. She smiled at him as he looked at her. He got up and walked over to her.“Hi there my name is Matt! I would love to buy you drink and have you join me and my two friends.” He said with a winkDefinitely a player was what. It doesn’t matter that you don’t remember, that way you can remain my sweet innocent boy during day time. My hand ran over your torso, you were a really muscular guy back then, ever since you’ve let go a little, but mommy doesn’t blame you. Mommy is the one holding you prisoner so you can’t go visit the gym. My hands ran over your face, your chest, I pinched your nipples. At first you didn’t seem to like that, your face scrunched up in a painful grimace, but over time you’ve gotten used to. The Kevlar vest was under the cotton shirt. I might be pretty easy going about the risk, but since that Sunday morning run, I was a big believer in the Kevlar.While I was adding the thick layer of fleece, Hugo was getting the outboard motor from the storage building. It was a Mercury 6 horse motor I saw sitting on the boat when I arrived on the dock. "From the size of that motor I would say we don't chase speed boats," I said."No, we aren't suppose to run down rum runners. That is a job for the. I sat quietly and said nothing.'Your sister wanted to have sex with me, she is like her mother, a fucking nymphomaniac, and she wanted it all the time'.I nodded quietly, from our history I knew Emma was always on about sex.'Daddy did you and Emma have sex'?'Yes', replied daddy, then after a short pregnant pause, 'It was like a man and a woman, not a family thing, you just switch off', he concluded.I was looking at him as he spoke, trying to imagine myself under him, being fucked. It was.