"What... what are you doing?" Jackie gasped, watching his prick jerking in front of her. She started to rise, but Jack, put both hands on her shoulder... and forced her back on the blanket. His hands were still around her face, framing it, while he put her into a hands-and-knees crouching position.Immediately, Jackie knew what her nephew was doing. He was going to make her fuck the dog while she gave him a blow-job. The thought sent more shivers up and down her spine as she wagged her ass in. “Oh, it’s nothing. I’m just looking at things I really can’t afford.” “You can’t ask Dad to give you some money?” “Chris, I pretty much have to wrestle the grocery money from him every week. And anything I don’t get he pretty much drinks away down at the Clam. I swear that your father’s tab alone could keep that place going. Sometimes I have to go down there myself just to make sure he gets cut off.” It was well after midnight as Lois waited by the back door of the Drunken Clam. She was. 'I'm so glad you don't know what I'm thinking of you right now, ' she thought. 'And what I've been thinking all day and all week for this cherishing moment!'"The glass is there!" She indicated the carefully prepared mixture on her bedside table. "Now drink that and lay back. Do not deliberately close your eyes; just let the drink do it for you."'And when it's done its job, that'll be my ticket to spy on your body, to smell your male body, to lick it, to taste it, and to own it, ' she thought. But finally she remembered that there was one other on board who also sat alone idly, and thought to bestir herself to pay yet another visit to MacPherson. He'll be wondering what's happened, I'm sure no-one's told him, she thought. Well, at least somebody will be pleased.MacPherson responded instantly to her knock. That was as it had become customary. But the rest was not at all customary; instead of leaving the key outside and relying on someone else to let her out—Igwanda had suggested.