And then Ian held still, his cock buried deep inside his daughter's pussy, as she slowly sucked her brother's cock into her mouth.Mike let a deep groa... as his sister drew him deep into her hot mouth, her lips tight around him, her teeth grating lightly along his shaft. He reached for her, his fingers becoming entwined in her thick hair as he thrust forward to fuck her mouth. Ian started to move again, fucking his daughter's pussy in time to his son's thrusts into his sister's mouth.The room. No wonder Aaron never looked twice at me. Remembering the mystery figure from last night, I smiled as Nate settled down beside me. ‘It must have been him,’ I thought. ‘We got along really well, and he seemed to like me. I was attracted to him. And he was available – unlike Aaron.’ As we fell into a comfortable talk about what we might be doing that day, I started wondering if I could ever see Nate in a different light. When he laughed at my jokes, I knew my answer – yes. His laugh sent warmth. I like to think that maybe I had friends, a life and hopes and dreams for the future. In the darkness while she sleeps, I imagine what I might have been. I can’t recall anything about my life before they found me. I like to pretend .At 22 years old, I might have been at university. I might have had a boyfriend. He might have told me how much he likes my long red hair. We might have been happy together. I don’t dwell on these thoughts for long if I do my tears would never cease to flow. Part 1I. We soon joined a card group which met on Friday nights. The group included the mayor of the small town. He was a very overweight (350+) single man in his early 70’s. Everyone kind of suspected he was gay, but no one ever talked about it.Our card sessions were also a chance for everyone to get drunk. We all did, including the mayor who consumed copious amounts of gin. We often did not sit by our spouse. The mayor seemed to want to sit by my wife and directly across from me. When we left, my wife.