Megan sat beside me, but one step down and leaned against me; Evelyn did the same on the step above. They both hugged me tight and I hugged back.“Da...ddy... , “ Evelyn began. She stopped, gathering her thoughts. “Daddy, I really don’t think us moving around and stuff was bad. I mean, we had lots of fun in that village in Mexico until ... well, until ... and being here is great!” she explained. Megan nodded her concurrence, smiling.“Yeah, but shooting bad guys and throwing napalm bombs down on. I will share with you this yarn. Only the names have changed. The events followed are true and unforgettable. Windows 98 was my first real p/c and gateway to complete deviancy. Somehow an exchange of s/n’s and emails between myself (Brody) and 15 year old cousin (Dina). It started out when I asked her to teach me all the chat lingo and i/m shit. Dina was awesome. We were chatting every day and or night, whenever catching each other on line. There’s a blur over of the early, mundane chats when. In this way the balm would be pressed into the open wounds with each stroke and add to my pain. I had tried a very small portion of it on my clit the night before so I realized perfectly well how devilishly it could burn. But it added very much to my excitement as I was playing with myself that night.I found the safest place for my self-punishment to be the bathroom. Of course I expected some blood. I had arranged a big mirror so I could see the result of the thorns biting into my flesh. I was. I palmed a breast and our heads moved apart.Karen laughed throatily. “Did you like my outfit?”“No! Love the outfit! Love the lady wearing it even more!” She was wearing a deep green sweater with enough “vee” to show a little cleavage. The sweater was made of material that was just thick enough that her nipples didn’t show very much. It was tight enough that her flat stomach was clearly defined through the material after being poked out by her breasts. The gray skirt below was short and tight,.