Jean and I talked about Tammy. Jean asked what is going on between us. I explained “Tammy and I can see life forces and I want her, not, to be scare... of it. I want her to enhance and accept it. Tammy is now making a play for me over you. That was the tease she did last night more or less saying I am available for you. I canned it in the way she knew, I knew what she was playing for. Yes she has a very beautiful body, almost as good as yours” Jean hugged me for that remark. “but I want her to. Her face had become much harder, herfeatures less soft. She could have been our own son."What?" she suddenly asked. I still wasn't used to hearing that voicecoming from anywhere other than my own mouth. It sounded odd with herslightly southern accent. She saw me looking at her face and made aquick glance in the rear view mirror. The colour drained from her facealmost immediately."I... I'm sorry," I muttered. "I didn't mean to stare. It's just...you're really starting to look like me now." I'm. When I was eighteen I had a fling and the result was a son who is now nineteen. His name is Kevin. Like me, he's dark skinned, handsome and tall - six feet. He lived with his mother until he was f******n and then he came to live with me because she couldn't handle him any longer. I really wasn't ready for him, but I had to do my duty as a father so I welcomed him and got used to it. It wasn't bad. He's a pretty good k** and he does well in school, so I didn't have any trouble. It was. Like mother, like daughter, I thought.I was having an instant turn on. My sister smiled at me after seeing my crotch bulge. She knew it from our previous sexual session inside the auto.And finally, we reached our hotels. It was almost evening around 5:30 ish. Our friends got settled and we were having some conversations in the room. My sister left to her flat which was only a few blocks away. Before closing the door of our room, she winked at me, which I took as a signal from her for sex.. that.