But as I watched the two of them together, I wondered if Grace or another woman might be a larger threat. Whether ultimately this sexual and emotional...cocktail would give Sue more sexual and emotional highs than Francis or someone like him.Sure, there was no large, aggressive and possessing cock thrusting in and out of Sue to terrorize and excite me.The nearest proxy came to this when Grace’s tongue stopped flicking at Sue’s clit like some demented serpent’s tongue and instead she mixed tongue. My face grew hot. I had to sitdown; I feared for several moments that I would be sick. Moranna's words echoed through my mind as I tried to fathom what hadhappened to me: *I would love dressing to please men; I would prefer mento women.* The mirror had finished it. I was regaining a bit of controlof myself now, but I knew I had turned a corner: femaleness was complete.I was vaguely aware and surprised how okay that seemed to me, but I had anew concern to overshadow that feeling. My magic was. What happened was a very horny and well-endowed 40-something year old father fucking and sucking and playing with his 24-year old daughter in every way possible. And, Steve never wanted for pussy or a hot blowjob whenever Pam was around. Pam was always either totally responsive to her father's sexual requests or many times she initiated sex play with him because she was so horny and needed sexual release, too.After Pam's deflowering and public sexual initiation when she was only a young. “We used a cord to mark our way before,” Diana worried.“It’s straight down the wall, so there’s no way to get lost,” Selina reminded her.“Yeah, but this place gives me the creeps...”“Us all,” Jeff agreed.They began walking along the wall on the ice-like surface that seemed to shimmer and reflect their lights from multiple directions. It has to be ice, but it isn’t quite as slippery as ice should be. Why would ice be less slick in here, yet crystal clear? Jeff wondered.After minutes, they neared.