Your tears make them a near amber color. My thumb caresses your cheek as your eyes fill with shame and remorse combined with adoration."Thank you for ...teaching me to be a good girl." Does my good girl want some lotion on her bottom?" Yes, please Daddy."When I get the lotion I drape a towel over my lap before beckoning you to go over it as well. I pat your well-spanked cheeks--getting a little gasp out of you. You hear me chuckle for a second, but then you feel my hands gently applying the lotion. " Why?" Because you're my sister." So what," giggled Marci. "I've got a cunt, and you've got a cock. Isn't that all fucking takes?" It's not that simple," he explained. "Fucking your own sister is incest." I know that," she pouted. "But I want to be fucked." Then start out the way I began fucking," Kirk advised."How was that?" My first piece of ass was with one of our nanny goats," he laughingly explained."Are you shittin' me?" gasped the startled youngster."Hell, no," her brother replied.. Wow! A rose bud was playing hide and seek behind the dense pubic bush. I dumped my face on her pelvic region and my nose started brushing her velvet hairs. A lotus smell was coming out of her love hole which made me mad. With my fingers I very carefully opened the delicate fleshy lips of her cunt and entered my tongue into it. Her pussy in the mean time has cried a lot and her pubic hairs in the pelvic area were completely wet. With the help of my tongue I dried up the wet surface. I dipped the. To say that gives no value to all to how much I've grown and accomplished since Anna rescued me and sent me off to live with Samuel. Nor does it acknowledge that not all whorehouses are alike, or that Lady Heather's is about as far away from where I started as it is possible to two establishments to be and still be described by the same word.In a way this is like poetry, where a word can have completely different meanings depending on just where and how it's used. Whorehouse is common. Lady.