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So, up and out of there, young Lady!” Becky rolled out of bed and growled, “I’m up. I’m up so, go run your errands.” As Mom was leaving the room, she turned and said, "I fried some bacon and scrambled some eggs for you. They're on the stove. All you have to do is pop them in the microwave." Becky shook her head, acknowledging that she understood what her Mom had said, motioned with her hand for Mom to go and then entered the bathroom to brush her teeth. When she finished brushing her teeth, she heard the front door close. She looked out the window in time to see her Mom leave in the car. Becky searched through some of her old t-shirts trying to find just the right one to tease her Dad. She found one she hadn’t worn in two years. It was so tight on her it looked like her boobs were going to rip right through the front and it came down just far enough to barely cover her butt. She applied a bit of pink lip gloss, slipped off her panties, turned her butt to the mirror and experimented with how far she could bend before her ass was exposed. She sniffed her panties before dropping them in the dirty clothes hamper and then proceeded down to the kitchen. Becky stopped just before entering the kitchen and pinched each nipple to make sure they were prominently pushing against her t-shirt. Dad was sitting in his indian usual chair, drinking a cup of coffee. She witnessed his eyes Cumshots flash like lightning to her tits and then quickly back to his coffee cup. She deviously smiled to herself as Dad blushed. She then ambled over to him, hugged him from Hardcore behind and kissed his on the neck; making sure her hard nipples pressed into his back and whispered, “I am so happy you are back home, Daddy.” “I like Rob. "God damn it, Cindy!" her Uncle Jerry remarked, right over the top of her "Wow!" exclamation. He sat down in his recliner with a hand inside his pants, staring at me jacking my hard cock off. I grabbed a pair of scissors from the small writing desk she used to send out thank you notes to her society friends. “I’m sorry?” He hadn't refused her of course, Hardcore not that he wanted to lead her astray from God's path, but, in their minds they were furthering indian His cause by exploring the beauty they each had to offer the other. And there I was, like a deer caught in headlights, I froze clutching my robe with one hand to keep it from opening since the belt was god knows where. I realized that it was more like an order from me. Good! Karl offered. I told her Cumshots that good sluts like her are the very best at sex. After the bodies are placed I allow the morgue staff a 2 hour lunch before processing. So it was more than a little surprising when none of us started our monthly flows two days ago. Then we will lick each other clean!” Transport is waiting outside, Sir.’ Just lightly tracing over it all. I never did watch that video.