”“But, please, Evan!” she hissed, her soul twisting with her face. “She has no fault in her father’s sins against you!”“This is not abou...t sin!” I said, my voice booming. “This is about lust! I’ll have her fucking head for my toy! And if you speak again, cunt, I’ll have yours, too -- a mother and daughter to mount upon the wall together!”Donna went white as a sheet.I stepped up to Juliette, who blinked at me through come-sticky eyes. “Bow your worthless head, girl,” I said. She did, crying, and. "No, NO" she said your are still family and can stay here anytime. I told her that I just may take her up on the offer and left to go visit my cousin. I returned to my aunts place about 9:30pm with 2 coffees, thinking that we will be up for awhile B S ing about some old and good times. When she answered the door I could see that she had just gotten out of the shower, her hair was still wet and she was wearing a black barely see-through nightie. My aunt was at that time 53 yrs. old, she stood 5'. Luckily, the tables were small and Mike’s foot was able to reach Jenny’s panty covered pussy. Mike could feel the heat, both of Jenny’s now very wet pussy and also from his own crotch. Jenny reached down discretely and held Mike’s foot while Jenny slid her own stocking covered foot up Mike’s leg. “Somebody likes to tease. Your cock is so hard,” Jenny barely whispered back to Mike. “Is that for me,” she smiled as she gently pressed her foot against his crotch. “Lets go up to my room,” Mike. "Never know what people might need." Emma laughed and arranged the blanket over her legs. "You seem very prepared." He shrugged and snapped the reins to start the horses. "Never hurts." Emma bit her lip; something was bothering him. The smile and the wink—they were genuine, but there was something underneath. She knew how that felt. Pretending to smile when you wanted to cry; forcing down the anger; acting as though you had the Christmas spirit when you didn’t. "Can I ask what's wrong?" She.