"The two women looked at each other and smiled shyly. Stella leaned forward and licked Jin's face clean before doing as she was told.Mistress turned h...r attention to the HDTV hanging on the wall. The screen showed the orgy in progress in the Penthouse's main common area, and She was pleased to see that Michelle's altering was complete. That made 30 sluts at her command, 30 little twatslaves fanatically devoted to carrying out her will. The progress she'd made in a short time was outstanding,. The deep sensations pulsed through her and she felt another chill run completely through her body. Don was whispering in her ear, telling her what a good cook she was. She remembered him discussing cooking once in an email a year, maybe a year and a half ago. It was amazing how well she remembered what he had written in all those letters.Don shifted his hips again and she caught her breath. He seemed to know just when and how to do the little things; if this could be called a little thing. She. Then her tongue slipped between my parted lips, and the kiss became heated and passionate. Believe it or not, that instant was when it hit me with blinding clarity: my sixteen-year-old daughter was making love to me! As I saw it, the way Becky had undressed me and fingered my cunt could be chalked up to girlish experimentation. But this ardent French kiss left no room for doubt about what she really wanted. I'd given birth to Becky; nursed, diapered, comforted, amused, taught and disciplined. The body was naked and looked as if it had been dead for some time. But it was desiccated rather than bloated. Like an ice-age man, discovered in a glacier or the body of a desert explorer. I don’t know why this should have happened in a temperate climate. I looked him over. I judged that he was a wiry man in life, in death his tanned skin curved around every bone. This distorted some of the tattoos that covered his body. Not pictures and names, these tattoos were symbols and sigils. He must.