The old man's looks didn't match his spry step and bright eyes."You may sit there, Sir" Michael instructed courteously.God's eyes widened when the old...man said, "Thank you, Sonny. If there's anything else I can help you with, just let me know." I think..." and at the man's raised finger, choked as if swallowing what he was going to say. "I can handle it from here, Sir," Michael hurriedly said, darting a pleading look at God. "I have ... um ... something to file," he mumbled before scurrying. "That's fine with me," I said. "The last time you ratted me out for a similar offense, it worked out quite well!" Oh, mom!" she said with a grin, and she came over and gave me a hug and a distinctly un-daughterly kiss. Then she burst out crying."Don't worry. Calm down," I told her, hugging her and patting her back. "Just try and enjoy the day!" This was going to be a very emotional day.Just before the guests were to arrive, I went upstairs to get dressed. Rachel was in the bathroom putting on. “Yes, ohyes. Fuck me, Uncle Carl.” She leaned back, her handsquickly going to her tits and squeezing the rubberynipples. Her legs opened, showing me her henna-coloredtriangle.“Wait!” Jennifer said. “Your uncle and I have beenscrewing for 20 years. He might even be your naturalfather.”“I don’t care. Fuck me, Uncle Carl. Fuck me, Daddy.Just stick that big dick in and fuck me!!”Could any man refuse a woman’s plea to be fucked,especially. I was not willing to send them away to keep from 'offending' people who hated me to begin with, and I wasn't going to stand for re-election, unless the Ken thing was still a problem. That meant I needed a real, working, solution.Beth Ann came through with it on the tenth day of November."Marry one of us, introduce the rest of us as sisters-wives from a previous marriage to Carl, and tell anyone you wish that we wanted to be together and you respect your wife enough to want her to be happy."She.