"Who has heard this recording?" he managed to ask."So far only my daughters and me," George said pleasantly. "But of course all of Colin's class mates...heard it being said. My lawyers will find a copy in their in-tray when they get to work shortly." Suddenly the pleasantness was gone. "And so will the editors of Verdens Gang in an hour or so unless you can give me compelling reasons not to. The paper would love this story, you know. Motherless boy, hard working father, devoted older sisters.. But what we did was sinful. Well, I thought so. Or I think so. I don’t know! It’s all so confusing.”This was, more or less, the reaction I’d expected. She’d struggle with it, and come to one of two conclusions. And at the moment, I wouldn’t bet on which it would be.“But you decided to do it anyway?” I asked.“Yes. I wanted to. More than anything I’ve ever wanted. And it was beautiful, as I said last night. So close. So intimate. And that feeling at the end was incredible. Like nothing I’ve ever. She quickly prised Doreen's buttocks apart and then eased her groin forward and inserted at least half of her protrusion into Doreen who immediately tensed, uttered a long, low moan which grew louder as she quickened the speed with which she rode my cock.Doreen was panting, moaning, and thrusting herself rapidly down my shaft and each time she got all of me in her, Brenda rammed her strap-on dildo up into her rectum. I was in heaven; my rigid cock was being massaged inside a vaginal sheath. “I just don’t know what else to do, and I’m so confused . . . I don’t know how you could help, but I need to talk to someone at least, and you’re the only person in the world I could say this to: Susan – I think I’m in love with my mother. Oh my God, I can’t believe I’m even saying those words. Susan, please contact me!” “Well, this is certainly interesting,” Susan thought, relieved that nothing bad had happened to the girl. At least she didn’t think anything bad had happened. Was this bad? She.