”“She didn’t think it was funny?”“She pretended to. It was the worst thing. She tried to, but it was fake ... And so ... she’s keeping it ... secret, from me, and, you know, we don’t have any secrets...” It seemed worse now she’d said it out loud. Her eyes had gone moist and and her voice had wobbled, just a tiny bit.“A secret would stop you being so close, naturally,” Mia’s strong, competent body nudged against Grace and without even meaning to Grace leaned back against her.“I know,” she. Carol saw her looking and scowled at her as she stepped out of her panties. “You’re such a fucking cum slut, Emma.”Carol walked over and rummaged in the laundry basket, pulling out the pair of blue panties Emma had been wearing when she had taken the pictures. She raised them to her nose and scowled as she wrinkled her nose.“You smell like a cheap whore.”She climbed on top of Emma, straddling her back, knees either side. She pulled Emma’s head back by her hair. As Emma opened her mouth to cry. Marrying and divorcing two of them so far.While I, on the other hand, am nearly perfect in nearly every way. Still, Daddy beamed with pleasure at Autumn’s inane chatter, just as he did with his wife’s meandering monologues.Lunch turned out to be a gray, overcooked standing rib roast. With under-seasoned gravy. Preceded by an iceberg lettuce salad with bottled dressing. My mother is too artistic in nature to worry about mundane household matters.Daddy slipped Walker and me some still warm. As he walked into my bedroom Icould see that he was carrying his shorts in one hand and something elsein his other hand and it was - OH SHIT his balls and dick were a brightred and they were all swollen and puffy looking and at least twice theirusual size."Man, the cold water helped but they still itch like mad. You got anyVaseline," he asked. I got my jar of Vaseline out of my dresser drawerand handed it to him and watched as he applied a thick coating to hisswollen private parts. Then he gent.