First shock and denial, second Pain and guilt, third anger and bargaining, forth depression and loneliness, fifth the upturn, sixth Reconstruction, se...venth acceptance. I'm stuck in third. Sorry girls, this isn't your fault you been wonderful, but I've been having a tough time.”Both girls come around the table to comfort me by hugging me and kissing me on my cheeks.“We love you Daddy.” Both girls say as they hold me tight for a few minutes. After a while as they do their best to comfort me, all. “You can ensure they’re hard and ready to fuck me, and when they’ve finished, your tongue will clean all of my holes!” I demanded.“Yes mistress!” She said in a soft obedient voice.I looked at the hand-mark I’d left on her pale slender throat. Although she wasn’t smiling, everything about her told me she was sexually contended and was enjoying her submissiveness toward me.She knelt down at my feet and began to unbuckle the ankle strap of my high heeled shoes.Removing my feet from the shoes, she. I guess in this one case my little sister was smarter than I was.I wish someone would have told me what made her dump him. Maybe I wouldn't be walking my ass down this lonely country road right now. I guess it was the Dave scale all over again. Ever since she met him, my sister had always compared every boy she met to my husband. And I guess in her mind most of them had failed. I needed to get to town so I could find someone to take me home. Failing that I needed to get some money out of one of. "Touching your cunt." Linda pulled back as if stung, but I held her hips tight to mine. "Don't act shocked; I saw your fingers. You're getting off on this too." I felt her body relax against mine, felt her hips press in. But then Denise was there, the door closing behind her. She grabbed Linda's hair and pulled her away. "Inside, come with me." She glanced at me, winked. "We'll have to take care of your problem first." I turned to watch Denise drag Linda into the bathroom by her hair and close.