"The FU----UUUUGGGHHHHH! Ahhah! Ahhhaaa! Ooooh! Oh fuck!"<br/><br/>Why someone else coming into the room tipped me over the edge might have been harder to explain if it hadn't been for the "skinship" photo of Anabelle and Inga wearing not much of anything,  It was right there on the bedroom wall. So of course I recognised my beloved's daughter as she burst into the room. The fact that I have looked at that picture while having sex with the beautiful Inga on any number of occasions, meant it was only reasonable that I would fantasise about her daughter, whom I had never met, from time to time.<br/><br/>Fantasies that more often that not featured mother<i>and </i>daughter...<br/><br/>Not that I made a habit of it, and I usually felt guilty whenever I did and bought Inga something nice ther next day. And todat, I honestly hadn't even glanced at the photo.<br/><br/>And yet having Anabelle burst into the room was actually one of my fantasies! Okay so she was wearing a lot more clothing in reality, but still...<br/><br/>Ah... Guh... A-Ana... Belle," I gasped as I got my breath back, "I ... Presume?" Inga was still underneath me and I quickly climbed off. "Didn't anyone tell you to knock before entering a room?" I grabbed my dressing gown from the back of the bedroom door, grabbed Ingas as well.  They were the same style, same colour, different sizes of course, but mine had Owner on the back and Inga's had Owned.<br/><br/>I quickly released my sweetheart from the bed, wrists first so she could help with the rest, realised Anabelle was still there and turned on her just a little bit pissed off. "Would you<i>mind </i>waiting in the living room?" I snapped at her. I didn't mean to, but it wasn't entirely my fault. I turned back t help Inga get the rest of the bondage gear off, and gave her a cuddle and a kiss.<br/><br/>Aftercare is very important, and ours was probably going to be very limited...