I bit my lip, and let out a small moan. God, her hands felt good against my tits. She got on her knees, and teased my nipple with her tongue. Slowly c...ircling, and gently sucking on my tits. She stopped, and ran her hands down my flat stomach, her eyes gleaming at the site of my belly piercing. "That's hot." She said. She pulled down my shorts, and moved her tongue up my thigh too the side of my wet pussy, just on the edge of my panties. She used her teeth too easily rip them off I giggled. We got up and followed what had become our morning routine. Sandy and I showered together, which as usual involved a lot of squeezing and fondling and ended with her giving me a blow job. Then we dressed for school and had breakfast. Sandy was getting to be pretty good at making breakfast, especially waffles, but since it was a school day, we settled for scrambled eggs and heat-n-serve bacon. All through the morning Sandy had an air of expectation, waiting for someone to acknowledge that it was. I was horrified and I slapped him in the face and told him as quietly as I could to fuck off. He immediately exited and I stayed in the garage momentarily to compose myself and think things through. I went to bed where a drunken Steve was already passed out but given what had gone on I was sober as a judge and couldn’t sleep. Simon! When I was younger I had called him Uncle Simon due to the fact that the families were so close! Jesus! I thought more and more in bed and felt I’d been harsh on. ..” he stammered as he looked at me, then back at her.“I asked you a question young man!” She sternly said as she marched into the room from the staircase. “Did I stutter? Did you not understand me?”“I ... Uh ... We...” Every time Dylan muttered a syllable or two, she would interrupt him.As I was watching this unfold before me, I had two overwhelming emotions. One was the fear of what would happen when she turned her attention to me. This woman was on the war path, I knew her to be a.