Too clear. Too poignant.It was as if I was living them again briefly. I could feel my lips move, my body react. I could smell smells. Feel feelings. T...hey went by.I was ten. We were in our apartment in the Bronx. My dad was drinking. Drinking hard, like he always did. He was screaming at my mother. She was screaming at him. I was cowering in the closet. I was terrified. I could feel the door vibrate as he yelled and yelled.Then I heard a crash, I felt the scream, I heard the thud of my mother. He had a tiny sex organ and was unable to satisfy her in the normal way but the thing about them was they were both sex mad, which we found out shortly after they arrived. At one of our group meals (we have a small sexual group here of the top estate people known as ‘the family’ and naturally a secret) Alice had explained that she used their dog “Richard” for her own sexual relief, She now had me eager to hear more; she said she used their dog a bit if I was interested, as her man had such. I put my arm around her. “Obviously, I don’t want anyone at this school to know about this,” she said, sniffling. After a pause, she added, “Not that I’m ashamed or anything, it’s just a can of worms I’m not interested in opening.” “I get it,” I said, crossing my heart. “I won’t tell.” “So all I can tell you is that this will pass. You will get over this. I’m very proud of how you’re handling this. I wish I’d handled my situation with the grace and style you are handling yours with.” “How did. She lifted her knees, hugging them to her naked tits while Karen recovered. Her cunt was still on fire, she had not cum, although it felt as if she would at any time, even now. She rocked back and forth on ha ass, waiting.When she felt Karen was calm, she whispered, “Now, what about me, Karen?”Karen gazed down at her younger sister. She didn’t say anything for a moment, then finally, “I guess I have to repay the favor, huh? But don’t expect any fireworks. I’ve never had my face between a girl’s.