”I gaped at her, “Your own Father?”“And I must tell you now Dick; He was your father also.I was still gaping!You see your dad wasn’t your na...ural father. You were sired by Richard; when I was seventeen.”She paused to give it a chance to sink in.“You mean ... your father ... Richard, made me?”“Yes Dick. My own father got me pregnant when I was seventeen; when I had already met your dad at the College Hop.We’d began dating; it was romantic and he was sweet and I loved him ... but he never knew of. “Is this really your face Pam?” asked Natalia as she studied the almost angelic features of Pamela’s face, “You look so beautiful.”Natalia was taken aback as Pamela’s face blushed a little as the text appeared next to the animation, “Thanks, it’s how I remember myself.“Ellen was silent and staring at Natalia’s chest for a long time she asked, “Pam, what is left from your original count? I see you’re struggling with keeping this up.”Natalia was surprised as she saw Pamela looking down as if she. While she had fiddled with the key, Jerry removed his suit coat and laid it on the grass where it would stand a reasonable chance of remaining clean.Going over to the trunk, Jerry removed the spare tire, the jack, and the lug wrench. The older car used one of the classic bumper jacks. Jerry set the jack down and fitted the lip under the bumper. Looking up, he asked, “Could you set the parking brake, Ma’am?”“Oh, of course,” exclaimed the woman. Flustered, she headed to the door of the car.Jerry. I noticed both men were soon sporting a nice bulge in their pants. The taxi driver had a hard time keeping his eyes on the road and kept watching us in his rear view mirror, I’m sure hoping to see more. We had booked a nice room at the Marriott downtown in advance and had more than one eyebrow raise at us as we stumbled into the hotel lobby giggling like teenagers, arms linked with me in the middle. My lover and I had stocked the room with condoms, lube (wishful thinking here), and more alcohol.