. Karol, what makes you say that?" When you said, 'the one on the left is Ruthie, ' I picked up an immediate resentment. Her eyes burrowed into mine. ...Then, when she said, 'She looks young enough to be our sister, ' I picked it up again. I don't know, I may be wrong; just give them both a lot of attention while they are here ... that could only help." What kind of attention are you talking about, specifically?" I asked."Do some reminiscing about Louise with them, without me around, OK?" Karol. It was the first time she had called me by my name that day. I looked up and made eye contact with Zoe and she reached down, lifted her skirt and opened her legs as far as she could on the chair. Her vagina was glisteningly wet and ruby red. A little landing strip of dark brown hair showed me her true colours. I pulled a lever so her right foot could drop to the floor, ran my fingers along her left leg as I kneeled in front of her and kissed her right kneecap. Zoe giggled again until began to. I gently withdrew my hand and said in her ear, “Let’s go somewhere more comfortable, darling”. She acquiesced, and no doubt noticed that I had called her darling, but I could feel that she stiffened a little, probably thinking that she was about to supplant her “aunt” in her “uncle’s” bed. I had different plans. I grabbed her hand and led her up the passage to the guest bedroom, which was always made up and ready for visitors. It had our old double bed, still very comfortable.My young companion. He’s still moving his fingers inside of me extremely slowly. I guess my body has gotten used to the intrusion as it’s no longer extreme pressure, just slight pressure, to make the presence of his fingers known. He notices the mess on my jeans and asks, “Are you sure you don’t want to take these off?” He tugs at the button that closes above the zipper. Knowing that my last bit of clothing may be the difference between my leaving this place still a virgin and my complete surrender, I reply,.