Er senses dazed, Ellen hadn't noticed his engorged member pushing the soft towel around his hips toward the ceiling. She smiled softly, "That incident didn't bother me. I just wanted to know if it had a lasting effect on you." He looked sheepish, his forehead wrinkled slightly as the corners of his eyes sought hers. "I think of it in a fond way." Cautiously, he reached for another sip of wine and went on, "I probably shouldn't say this." He gulped the wine. "I'd wanted it stories of incest to happen again." They were still chatting when I strolled back in the room but stopped talking as they looked up at my intrusion. Turning to Roger, Ellen said, "Oh, don't worry. Bill knows all about it. He gets excited every time I tell him the details." She could never have admitted that if she had been as cold sober as I was. They laughed when I nodded and said, grinning, "Most exciting thing I'd ever heard." I rolled my tongue thoughtfully against the inside of my incest galleries cheek and said, "I didn't really think of it as incest. I mean you didn't have intercourse." They mumbled a few thoughts about my questionable concept, then agreed. I added, "It's possible to have a number of sensual experiences which aren't incestual." After they'd asked me to explain, I wen