’ ‘I thought you enjoyed teasing, Mia. Isn’t that what you were doing when you stripped down to that delightful scrap of red satin and lace? You...were begging me to touch you, weren’t you?’ His fingers had her so close to coming she had to forcibly bring her attention to what he was saying. ‘Yes,’ she whimpered. ‘But I couldn’t think of any other way to get you to see me as a woman.’ He flicked his index finger over her clit before capturing the swollen and tender bud between his thumb and. .. I'd been puréed, poured out and left to dry; the residue that was me was then swept up, gently deposited into a trendy lavender colored bottle, the cork lovingly inserted, sealed with wax and, with great precision, smashed to bits against a grubby brick wall.What the hell just happened? I asked myself.Nothing.Not a peep.Not a whisper.Not a sound.Nobody home.Thanks for nothing! I shouted into the void.I lifted my head, raised the glass and took a long slow swallow of the contents,. Mandy hadn’t stopped photographing the fam1ly group since the first tit-wank and now had a whole gallery uploaded onto the Daughter Swapping Club web-site. Daughters and Dads were busy on their phones adding captions to the photos or adding new shots of themselves making love.Some of the publishable captions included:‘Fam1ly Picnic: daughter adores her first fuck meat sandwich’,‘Mum’s soapy breasts allow son to aim straight’,'Robert loving his s1ster's bottom, watched by Mum and Dad','Give the. He’d stopped me. Five thousand would hit me and Ann pretty hard. But he was right, it really was my responsibility. Could I come up with the cash? The short answer was yes. I’d have to borrow it, but I was pretty sure I could do it.“Well, since you put it that way,” I said. “Okay, you’re off the hook for this one.”“Good,” he said.****The wedding was happening on this third Sunday in April, two months after my introduction, and Ann’s, to Gerald McCready. We’d done the whole show over those.