Mattie smiled at me. I knew that particular smile meant she understood that I really loved her. Sometimes we didn’t need to talk. I’ve watched her... so carefully for so long, I know what each smile and each frown means.“We are going to try something new tonight. Since you were enjoying squeezing my butt, we are going to fuck in a way that lets you see my butt while you fuck my pussy. I’m talking about the infamous doggie style, or the position about 98% of all mammals use for procreation.“We are. " It was 'we', not 'I', not 'Dad', but 'we.' For some reason, memories of my Dad taking me almost two decades ago flashed before my eyes, even though I had not thought of those incidents in months. Unaware of the swirling in my mind, Monica continued. "You see, Dad and I are - we are - oh shit, here goes - Dad and I have the hots for each other, and you are the only thing that's in our way."She paused for a moment, apparently deciding the words for the next phase of the conversation. I tried to. Then a large, well-fed man came out of the aircar and into the House of Joy.Sitting down in the Choosing Room he said, "Right, let's see what we have here. Parade for me as you would for a customer." What, dressed as we are?" asked Martha, "Or stripped as we are in the evenings?" Please yourselves," the man said, "But you won't attract much custom dressed like that!" Who are you, and why are we doing this for you?" ventured Martha."Never mind who I am or why, just do it!"He seemed so much in. It wasn’t really any of my business, but it was pretty titillating to think of her lying right there beside me with hardly anything on. — One evening Magda had hay fever and was wheezing like a water buffalo. ‘I’m going to the store,’ I said. ‘Is there anything you need?’ I didn’t really need anything myself, but I thought she might need some tissue or something. ‘I’m OK,’ she sniffed. ‘Seriously, I’m just going to run over and come right back. So if there’s anything I can get you . . . ‘ She.