I still had not explained to Jen, what had happened between Beth and I, before I met her. I did want to get it out in the open, so if it ever came up,... it would not be a surprise. Being family, it would not be odd to be seen with Beth, but I really thought the less we got together for now, the better it would be for both of us.“What did you have in mind, Beth?” I asked.“Lance is out of town, he won’t be home until early in the morning, can I come over now?” she asked quickly.“I suppose so, I am. I could hear my sister removing her clothes."Tell me when you're naked." OK, everything is off," she said."Are your nipples hard?" I asked."Yes," she said."Touch them for me. Rub the phone against them so I can hear," I requested.I could hear my sister rubbing the phone against her gorgeous full tits."What next?" she asked breathlessly."I want you to stroke your pussy so that I can hear how wet you are. Don't put your fingers inside but I want to hear how wet you are right now," I instructed. After a month, the media stopped bothering with the story. After two months the police considered the girl lost.Fred and Mary, both doctors at the West Memorial hospital tried everything to find out even a sliver about there daughter's whereabouts or her fate. Eventually all regular options were depleted. In desperation, they contacted Aaron Mason, a local paranormal investigator.Aaron had contacted them weeks earlier, claiming to have a lead, but the down to earth parents had dismissed him as. ’ Karen laughed and so did everyone else. I was mortified. This was torture and I had only myself to blame. ‘Massage every night for a year.’ ‘Reading to you in bed every night.’ ‘Sex every day for a year.’ ‘Taking out the garbage and cleaning the bathroom for months.’ I was getting pinker and the women stopped talking and just pulled me on the floor where I could be hassled properly. Karen sat on me and leaned over for a kiss. It was long and sweet and the others cooed. She sat up and said,.