I blushed. I don’t know why I didn’t blush already but I do know that when Amelia poked my count with a single finger (it did indeed tickle) I blu...shed even more.“Please.” My pussy was burning. “Make me come.”She looked up upon me with a smile on her grin on her face. “No need to ask hun‘.” Then she put her head down again. And this time all the way down to the one spot it was al about: My clit.I moaned. It felt good. She played with it. Maybe with at finger. Maybe even with her nose.Then came. If you can find someone’s limits then with enough time and effort, you can move them. I’d discovered (totally by accident) that if you set up a hypothetical that tests the very edge of a limit, that thin line where their answer could go either way, where they want to say yes but feel like that have to say no... They wake up. And they accept the hypothetical as reality.If you can find someone’s limits, you can alter their very memories. And what are we, if not a collection of memories?So far,. .. All in good time, lover," Becky smiled.I didn't even have time to say another word because Mom was calling us back out into the dining room for dinner.Mom had made Dad his favorite meal, and we all sat down to eat. Only as we started eating our meal, Becky slyly rested her hand down on my thigh while looking at my father and said, "So Tommy told me something about you having a sister?"I almost choked on my food when she said that and quickly looked at her to only see her smiling in my Dad's. Would you like me to personally and privately tutor you?"She looked down at his crotch. She saw that he had a big bulge. It poked at his pants.Her pussy throbbed. A tingling ache ran up her channel to her breasts; she felt them growing warm and swelling. She felt her nipples growing erect. She felt hot juice churning in the core of her cunt."Yes, ma'am, I'd like that," he replied, looking at her breasts and licking his lips.She didn't see any need to hesitate any longer. She saw just by looking.