It probably would have been easier to ask over the phone, but the phones in the neighborhood were out - a construction crew had cut the lines and phon... service probably wouldn't be hooked back up for another day or so.Bonnie hated every step of the three-block walk to Mary Beth's house. "Shit! She thought as she approached the house, "bad enough I've got to beg for help, but I'm going to have to do it in a house full of company." There were several cars in the driveway and a few more parked in. "Jesus, Nicole. What the fuck did you just do!!?" I asked myself.Not only had I just fucked my own son, reason enough for me to go to hell, but I just had to push the envelope by doing it in a public place.Feeling dirtier and sexier than ever before, I had begun to yell out, "I'm fucking my son," to everybody in the movie theater. What we had done could have had serious repercussions on our futures.It was entirely possible that somebody in that theater knew us, not to mention the fact that my. She already knew that Flower’s body was different in some way. A normal girl could never fit nineteen inches of a long phallus in her pussy as Flower did. Keily also suspected that there should be a reason for Flower’s existence. If sex was the reason, Keily was determined to find out. Keily stripped and laid on the bed next to the girl, admiring her perfect naked body. Keily caressed one of Flower’s nipples and it immediately hardened. So far, so good. Then she moved her hand lower and touched. While watching it, I heard the sound of my exhaust system, coming from my kitchen. I quickly rushed to see what the matter was. I brought a chair along and started to look at the fan system. Now people, let me give you picture of what it was. The fan was pretty high on the wall, and below that was window that peeked into the front compound and like I write before Mrs. Daisy’s house. Her doors her open with just the curtains covering it. I was working on the fan and in the meantime, she closed.