“If it's the black girl tell her exactly this: 'Honey Bear hasn't forgotten about Sugar Curves.' She'll understand.”“Wha—'Honey Bear'?” was ...ll I heard him say before the cashier chimed in.“Honey Bear, that you?” I heard her voice. “Tell Skinny Rice Krispie Boy Toy here he better not call me any sweet names. Got it on the tab but you better pay up by the end of the week or I'll show you Sugar Curves can just as well mean business, you hear me?”“Yes, ma'am!” I saluted and hung up, but not. “I guess I’ve started you both having incest. Soon I’ll have you both be fucking just like Daddy and me.”Susan glanced at Alex and blushed at the forbidden thought. “You certainly are a slutty little daughter.”“I sure am and I have two older sisters, Brenda and Diane, that are worse than me when it comes to fucking Daddy and giving him blow jobs.”Alex continued fingering his mom’s pussy and felt her push against them several times. Susan attacked Dan’s mouth, highly aroused, her son fingering. I smirked at the shine his drip gave. His hand found the back of my neck and before I could stop him our mouths came together. I didn’t really want to stop and was turned on by my flow of nerves. I could smell sex, cum, piss, pine, chlorine, sharp and penetrating. The pressure between my thighs, his shaft pressed against mine, his clear silky seed glistened in my pubes. I thought I heard someone. I had to stop before I turned a deaf ear to the door. I started to pull away. “Wait” he begged. His. Three of us were sitting in the back with me in the middle.We talked about many things on the way. Soon all were tired and dozed off. The feeling of a hand on my thighs woke me up, john uncle was still sleeping as was aunty, I checked. Yes they were. I didn’t knew what to do, if I asked him to remove his hands, he may feel really bad about it. I am just like a daughter to him, he may not meant any bad doing so.Time passed by, his hands are still on my thighs, well actually over my hair. I had.