While I dressed I came to a decision, the boys had fucked me already, though what pleasure they got from fucking an unconscious body was beyond me, th...y obviously intended to fuck me all the time I was there, so why not at least get some pleasure out of it myself. I suppose I could have just stopped letting them make me coffee, but then they'd only find some other way to slip me the Mickey, no, this was the best way, if I couldn't stop them I would join them. My plan was simple, I'd let them. I figured this was some sort of ‘rite’ they were doing to me, so I didn’t resist. Nancy sat next to me on the bed, as naked as I, feeding me orange slices, apple pieces, strawberries, graypes and the like. ‘Hmmm, now this might be interesting.’ She said, picking up a banana. I giggled, then laughed at the age-old idea of special uses for a banana. I watched as Nancy peeled it. She looked down at me, playfully. ‘How far down do you think you can take it?’ she asked me. ‘Hmm,’ I said, giggling. The interview was on an arts programme that aired late Friday afternoons and was very popular. I sat in the studio with headphones on, facing the presenter. She was a rather dumpy woman of about fifty. “Faye Millerton, you’re an openly gay woman...” “Would you have started with ‘you are an openly straight woman?’” She looked at me for a beat and said, “My question was about your exposure in the media since your escapade in Germany.” I’d decided to be calm and reasonable but it wasn’t going to. Kiss them, spread them apart and lick her there, bury my tongue in her crack... She sighed. At least she had finally admitted to herself that, despite her attempts to resist these feelings, she was sexually attracted to Cyndi. Her own daughter. And she was so damned young, too. Nothing got Evelyn hotter than the sight of a sexy young woman, she knew that ... but how could she be feeling lustful impulses for a fourteen year old girl?The real barrier for Evelyn, though, was that of incest. The.