“Have you ever fucked anyone before Michelle?”Michelle started to cry, her Dad tried to shout at the man but the gag held it inside him.“Answer ...me Michelle have you ever had that nasty pussy of yours rammed with a mans big hard dick.”Michelle cried harder, Amy next to her also began to weep softly.“Have you ever smothered your juices all over a mans tool, so much of your pussy juice that he would drown if you wanted to sit on his face?! No Michelle?! You’ve never done that?! A fine looking girl. Richard always kissed me first. And I was a girl who needed to be kissed first before touching proceeded. He led me by the hand to his bedroom. It was dimly lit, with the covers turned down. He gently lay me down on the bed with him. Pressing his forehead against mine, he studied my eyes, my soul, fully seeing me. He lifted his chin to connect his lips with mine. It was such a soft, unhurried kiss.His fingers moved to my shirt, slowly lifting it over my head, kissing every inch of my skin. " Wow!" Don led a round of applause for John's family. "You and yoursister are like twins who are separated by... well, how many years isthere between you too?" Twelve," John said."Twelve years!? Wow, Mrs Foley, I guess that Nancy must have been ahandful, huh?"Marilyn and Nancy laughed."What's your boyfriend's name, Bebe?" Don asked."Blaine." Well, Blaine, you know exactly what your girlfriend is going to looklike in twelve years, I guess!"That got some laughs."You've got two beautiful girls. On my way back to the house I started to think about everything that was going on. I still loved Neil very much but I was also starting to realize that I had feelings for my father. Unlike the lusty feelings I had being Mark’s slut, these feelings were romantic. I was starting to fall for my father and I couldn't deny it anymore.I approached the house feeling confused, but not as confused as I was when I noticed my mother's car in the driveway.What is she doing here?At first, I figured she was.