I always called her Sam. Well, it started about the beginning of the fall semester. We were working on our homework when, rather audaciously, Sam blur...ed out, "Hey, Tryn. You ever wonder what belongs down there."This mere comment made me blush. I mean, we'd learned all about what a vagina was in sex-ed in, like, fourth grade. Sam had gone through one of those "Sex is a big no-no" programs that was sponsored by the government, so all she'd been taught about down there by that point was pretty. ”“My daughter?” he asks. And then the familiarity of her comes to him. She looks so much like Samantha it’s incredible. “But what’s going on?”“Something extraordinary,” Aurelia answers as she crawls onto the bed.Spencer feels and alluring feeling to get closer to his daughter, but something deeper warns him away and he crawls back from her advances. “How is it possible if Sam only died a few months ago?”“My mother’s situation was rather unique and special. When mother was reborn I was also. "Please, please taste me?" she pleaded. I had full intentions of having my way with her but first I had to drive her to the brink of complete ecstasy. I buried my face in her cleanly shaven, velvety soft lips. She let out a scream as I began to nibble and suck on her clit, soaking it with her juices and blood. In a rush of pleasure her hips began to buck. She screamed and exploded all over my blood covered face. I licked and kissed my way back up her stomach, all the way to her beautiful. Squeezing her nipples I broke my kiss with her and told her “Aunty I cant wait any longer I have to kiss these milky boobs of yours. They are irresistible.”She laughed and said “Suck them baby. Suck them nice and hard”I bent down and started sucking on her breasts one by one like a hungry child. She was moaning in pleasure. After 15-20 minutes she said “Bas karo ab. Now come with me to the bedroom. What we are going to do next we need more place than this sofa.”She was in her petticoat only.