I... I think I could use some help, thank you.” Heather smiled, “Of course sweetie,” she said, the hand which had been resting on Jayla’s lap ...oved, rubbing her leg comfortingly, partially for Jayla’s sake, partially for her own, Heather could feel her heart racing faster, but showed no sign of being nervous on the outside, for years she’d been hoping for some situation like this to unfold, during her childhood she’d been too forward with her incestous urges, placing strain on her relationships. I was fortunate that the Doctor was held in such high regard by the townsfolk. “Help me with these… things.” She pointed at the bottle of suppositories. “It’s perfectly simple. You simply push them.” “Help me.” And so it was that the first time I ever saw a German’s arse it was Ilse Mundt’s. She pulled down rather voluminous satin knickers which I doubted were strictly uniform then turned and bent over. It was a nice arse, firm and shapely. I hastily inserted the lozenge as gently as possible. I sat with eyes brimming, knowing that if I said anything more, I would lose it completely. I chose composure instead. Dad understood; I was, after all, his son.________________Dad had a bad night that night, and in the wee hours a doctor came and gave him a shot of morphine. It may have taken the edge off, but when I got up a few hours later his discomfort was clear, even through his semi-consciousness. My two sisters were coming in and I had to pick them up at the airport. Before their flight. I took her hand and changed the music and we danced based on the slow music while we looked into each other’s eyes.We complemented each other for our looks and I began to feel her ass while she began to feel my chest.We played various songs and danced.Afterwards we had dinner and around 10 shots between the 2 of us.We began to play a game of confession or dare based on a card draw game.I lost the first game and I confessed to having an erection when I saw her in just a towel the other day.She.