O.b. act you're pulling recently isn't very nice for us to live with."Unable to meet his eyes Simon looked away."This all started when you broke up wi...h Marianne. You feel guilty, don't you?" he asked him. He looked back at him in surprise, then slowly nodded."No surprise. But you don't have to. She broke up with you, after all. But I don't think that's the main source of the guilt, either. Something happened between you and her sister, your mother and I think. I don't know what, your mother. “There you are.”She spun me around so I faced the mirror and my first reaction was. “What the fuck have you done?”In the mirror, staring back at me sat a teenaged girl. She was pretty, but there was a bit of slut in her makeup. Her blue eyes looked back at me with long eyelashes. Her lips were pouty and gave off the sensation that a man would love to have them around his cock. Before I could say another word she spun me around again and this time my eyes hurt from flashes and made me. Aren’t your mom and uncle dancing unusually.... um... close?”Dara’s face soured. “My uncle? He’s not my uncle,” she gawked at Brander who was now locked in a torrid embrace and kiss with her mother. “I don’t know who the hell he is.”Lindsay interjected, her face flushed and droopy. “That’s not her uncle,” she slurred. “He’s her Godfather, Don Ameche.”Both Meghan and Dara regarded her with pinched frowns. “What?”Lindsay shrugged. “That’s what he told me.”“He told me he was Tony’s benefactor,”. Oh, damn. I shouldn't have thought about that word -- sperm. Just hearing that word spoken while fucking has triggered my loss of control, jizzing most unpredictably. Move faster, Sport, it looks like your going to be charming the cobra on your own, and you've got four hours of tv/dvd time to exorcise this intense horniness from your big brain and your little brain. That fucker, Hairy Ankle, in Chem lecture. Fine breeding material, for sure. I wondered what his DNA imperative was.