"She was all I had. The only one who understood; the only one who loved me, and soon they will come for Rachel and I can't stop them." She cried for a...long time. I don't know if she had ever been allowed to cry when her sister died. From the brief glimpses we had had, I don't think she was allowed to cry at all. Finally she had her chance and once she started all you could do was let it run its course.Allison just held her and stroked her and rocked the chair back and forth. It took me a second. But Jessica had seemed basically afraid of his dick at the time.“Tell me everything,” I commanded, waving my arms.We were in Jess’s bedroom, which looked like mine, but nicer. It had real art on the walls, not just a poster, and a decent stereo, and something like a duvet on top of her bed, not just a bedspread. We both wore blouses and shorts and our feet were bare.“Well, let’s see,” Jess said. “Daddy was naked and…”.“No, no, the beginning beginning. Maybe start with when you were at my house. Her body involuntarily began to move slowly to his sucking and arousal of her body. Not to be undone I took the other nipple and began my teasing of it so here we were each sucking and licking a nipple and I assume hard as rocks ourselves. This went on for a few long minutes and I said, are you sure shell not remember? and he replied No she wont. I said, Okay I think the jeans need to come off dont you? to which he readily agreed. We both unsnapped, unzipped and together pulled her jeans off. Amy never imagined that a gentleman like Lord Phelps could act in such a boorish manner. Amy covered her breasts with her arms and stared at her employer with shock and disbelief. The gaslight cast sharp shadows across his weathered face."You've got to make a choice," Lord Phelps said softly. Amy strained to hear what he was saying. "Just remember, it's cold and snowing outside," Lord Phelps looked towards the window, "In fact, it seems to be a blizzard." Amy followed his gaze and shivered as.