I started kissing his chest and rub my face on his thick hairy chest, loving his thick hair brush my face. I rubbed his smooth stomach and passed my ...ther hand on the part of his chest that didn’t have my face nestled in it, taking in his virile smell and feeling his strong grip on me. He patted and kissed the top of my head, I rose my eyes to him and smiled, pulled to his face again, where I kissed him. I remember, deep and warm French kissing followed by small lovebird pecks. Again I buried. "Yes, Jill. I don't know what to do. I love my Dad and I guess I wouldn't mind having sex with him but I know it isn't the right thing to do." Eve, you need to go with your gut feelings. It isn't wrong if you both agree to the arrangement."It was the answer that Eve wanted to hear. She had expected Jill to approve since she was doing the same things with her twenty year old son.Thump! Thump! Thump! They could hear young Jimmy loudly coming down the stairs. He rounded the corner into the kitchen. That was the male line, of course, because untilthe last couple of generations, the women stayed at home and bred (anddid the odd bit of illicit shagging as well as the legal stuff) or maybespent periods as maids or governesses before resigning themselves totheir own domesticity.Bronwen also used her skills to track done not just Births, Marriages andDeaths, but also letters, diaries, wills and so on. It was an excitedBronwen who rang me one day - this was too important for an e mail - totell. We looked at the clock and realized that we had to freshen up or else my wife was definitely going to know what we did. We showered together and played gently while we did. After our shower, I got back on my computer and she got back in the pool. My wife got home and joined her mother in the pool. They talked and I served drinks before we figured out what to do for dinner. We decided on take out. When I was ready to go pick it up, my wife said, "I am going to go with you. Mom, do you mind.