..it really felt like they were. They weretingling all over and my chest seemed to grow with every breath. Motherheld me at arm's length critically ex...mining me....."My goodness, Allie!You really do look like my new daughter....except for that little fellowwho keeps trying to stick his head out! (he! he!)" I had never heardmother so silly before. For as long as I can remember she has spoken tome as though I was her sister or maybe a daughter. She would come homefrom the boutique and tell me. How lovely it would be I thought if I could lick her out while I was still turned on. My opertunity came one evening a few months later.Uncle Bill had paid us a visit from Glasgow for the day, he was divorced and younger than mom and I just knew he fancied her like mad. That didn't worry me really as I was getting all I wanted. Early in the evening I could see from their behaviour they wanted to fuck but I was in the way so I made up a story about going out the the cinema and left them. I. Someplace quiet. We can talk." He looked at me to see if I would object. When I didn't say anything, he turned and left.We both stayed after work until everyone else had left. We could have talked there, but we didn't. A neutral, non-work environment would be better. I left with Tochukwu, not talking much, and we drove together to a small, out-of-the way bar. It didn't seem easy to find a quiet bar in the suburban town of Mgbakwu on a Friday night, especially one where we wouldn't know anyone,. She was laying on the floor, flat on her back. Her legs spread, and her hair was a mess. She was half-dressed, with her blouse half-opened.“Where am I?” she asked, looking around. It didn’t even register that she was in the attic.“I’ve been looking everywhere for you,” I told her, in a relieved voice. “Was someone up here with you?”“All I can remember is coming home, and…” she started, looking around. “Why am I up here?”I helped her up, and took her down to the kitchen. Making her a cup of.