I was young once myself. And so was your father. You’re a chip off the old block, that’s for sure.” He stared at her. “Really? I’m sorry. I ...anted to make it good for you, too. I didn’t mean to cum….” “Don’t worry about it. It was fine for me. It was great. Just may be the best I ever had. I saw stars aplenty. Besides, it gives us something to work on. It can only get better.” Jeff grinned at her and chuckled lustily as he ground his cock around inside the squishy depths of her overflowing. She actually did! Aunt Delia gave her the go ahead. I guess David okay’d it with her first; then, she relayed the invitation to Jenna,” said Stacey.“And?” he said.“And, I guess there were tears and solace and a request by him that there be no more visits by anybody until he gets out,” she said.“Hmm, so maybe in hindsight it turned out to be a good thing. I mean her going up there to see him,” said Ronald. She nodded.“I guess, I mean apparently. At least now we won’t have to be pressuring her to. I have after dinner plans for you." We move easily around the kitchen preparing dinner, but he always seems to be just behind me, or within arm's reach. He slowly rubs against me as he is getting the plates from above my head, and says "Sit down, time for dinner" swatting my bottom lightly. I serve my Master dinner first, then myself, making sure that my legs are spread wide in case he wants access to my gradually dampening pussy. We say very little during dinner. It is usually my mouth. Haven’t you missed me?’Suddenly, the voice was right next to her. It grabbed her neck with chunky, gristled hands and shoved her against the cabin wall. The voice opened its mouth, and bared its teeth, yellow and rotten, with the brutal odour of desire pulsating with heavy breathing.Jean wanted to scream, but the voice had its hand on her mouth, and the other somewhere else. Words could not express her distress. Her hand still gripped the ochre wood, now glowing red hot in her right hand,.