She’s dressed in my favourite nightgown, the one I bought for our silver anniversary. Her dark hair is scattered over the pillows, the beauty of her... delicate features impervious to time.She wakes and grimaces.“Is the pain bad?”“Yes,” she confirms. “Don’t let it worry you. I want to do it.”Isabel is adamant, although I’m unhappy and my hands tremble as I lift the hem of her gown.I smile into her azure eyes as I slide the silk over her slim thighs, across her midriff and upwards until she is. Her mother's tongue lapping through my folds sent dizzying ripples through my body. The MILF took her time. She savored the flavor of my pussy as she pleasured me.It was hot.I wanted to cry out.Rapture spilled through me. My butt-cheeks clenched as she caressed my folds. Then she nibbled on my labia. My fingers clenched. I shot my hand down. I grabbed the MILF's hair, holding her as she pleasured me.She lapped. She fluttered. Her tongue darted through my folds. She brushed my clit. I exhaled. Thatdrink you had made sure of it. You sealed your fate hours ago. Yousee, I'm a witch. A very old and lonely witch. And I've always wanteda sister to play with so, this evening I've decided to make one. Andguess what? That's going to be you, my little sister. My preciouslittle, girly sister. Doesn't that sound nice?"You want to recoil at the notion, but you just lay there, turning yourhead back, with fear and doubt in your eyes. She gently takes yourhand, and places it under her skirt. ....n...no Daddy." Because you interrupted me. You are not to speak unless I ask you aquestion." I was silent, even though I wanted to say, "Yes, Daddy," sobad.Oh wow, he's controlling me already. He controlling my voice, which isa sign of my will power, he's owning me. Is this really happening??"You told me many times during out chats that you liked the idea ofbeing slapped across the face, didn't you, Trisha?" Yes, Daddy I did." And I pushed my cheek into his palm...he was usingmy.