I could hear screaming and people calling bothour names. The entire thing was so overwhelming I went into a sort ofautopilot.I remember Andy hugging m..., pulling me against his body and kissing mycheek. He hugged Mark too and we were soon sat on a dark purple couch onthe stage. Thankfully, I remembered to keep my legs together! Andy satbehind a desk to my left and Mark was on my right."Well firstly Mark is fantastic to see you again. We love you here, don'twe?" Andy said, turning to the audience. Things got worse. "I won't have you ruining my clothes the way you ruined your own. From now on, when you work around the house, you will wear an apron. There are two in the hall closet." I didn't even try to fight her. What did it matter after all? I wore panties, hot pants and I painted my nails. It seemed kind of pointless to resist the apron. Besides, if I ruined the shorts, a skirt was definitely next! The next morning I saw the apron for the first time. I don't think Stephie could have. I decided to give her till one o’clock, for neither one of us lived in Tulsa and something could have happened that delayed her. But by one o’clock, already five chapters into my book and two cups of coffee drunk, I had given up on her coming. I consoled myself with the old adage that “those who won’t try, won’t win” when my cell beeped that there was an email. It was from April “Were are you?” it said “I’m in the coffee-shop parking lot, I see your truck but you’re not there.” I left the shop. They taste very good together! Nice and salty!” Aunt Molly winked at me as she kept licking my prick clean, “this womb is yours next, I swear it!”“I’ll hold you to that!” I told my aunt as I pulled her up for a snowball kiss.Changing topics slightly, I next delved into another matter of importance.“I think that, until such time as polygamy, gay marriage, and incest marriage become options, we need to formalize what we can. It’s only a technicality, as everyone here is a lover to everyone else.