Then she told me that from the beginning after papa died, our uncle offered us help and in return my mother had to please him. He used to fuck her whe...ever he came here. And now he wants to fuck me.He had his sights on me for a while now. Mom said that we didn’t have a choice. So, I agreed somehow. My mom sent my brother to his friend’s house for a couple of days and informed uncle about my decision. So he came to our house that night.He was drunk. He gave me some to drink. I quietly sipped his. Settling into an empty chair, she said, "This is really lovely out here; so green, quiet and peaceful. You would never know you were in London... and such a relief from the Beatles at ninety decibels."I smiled at her as I said, "Yes, you're right. It is quite peaceful out here, but I'm afraid the Beatles will take a little getting used to. I think our first shopping trip will need to be a supervised visit to a music shop."After a few more minutes of conversation, we called Siobhan, locked up. When I finally pulled my mouth away, we were both shivering with arousal in each other's embrace.I don't recall much about the ride to the hotel. I recall the feeling of Elizabeth's thighs straddling my lap while she smashed her lips against mine. I recall the sounds of frenzied kissing and moaning all around me. I recall Amy's bare breasts spilling out of her dress as she dry-humped poor Kenneth to within an inch of his life. And I recall watching out of the corner of my eye while Corrine took. I rolled her onto her back and continued to divide my attention between her nipples. They were both standing hard and proud. Mel was rocking her head back and forth while she held my head to her chest. Softly, she cooed, “Oh yes! Suck my tits, John. Suck ‘em hard.” I was more than happy to comply with her request. While sucking one nipple, and pinching the other, I let my free hand slide down her flat belly to her pussy. I gave her pubic bush a few gentle strokes before letting my hand trail.