"Where had the time gone?" Yeah, Yeah I'm com... I mean, I'll be right down."She sorted through the stack of papers on her desk and got ready to leave... As she stood she felt the slippery wetness coating her thighs."On no. No No NO, Please God don't do this to me. Not here."She reached around with a sense of dread and felt the back of her skirt. She groan in despair as her hand came away damp."What was wrong with me. God how embarrassing"She sat down quickly and felt the damp crotch of her. The table was set for two, with plates, silverware, orange juice and cups filled with coffee.She waved towards the table with her spatula. "Have a seat; breakfast will be ready in a few." Okay." I said. I started for the table, but then I got this itch in the back of my head. It gave me the impression that I needed to do something... and that whatever it was it was real important. I looked around the kitchen looking for whatever it was, but all I could see was Izzy standing at the stove.That's. She then lifted her dress around her middle and pulled down her panties. I didn't know why she was doing this in front of me. She climbed onto the bed, pushing me down and stradled me. She, in a convincing way, said she would show me what it was all about. She moved her body over me so that her left breast was atop my mouth and commanded me to suck her nipple. nipple. I obeyed her. Then she placed her other breast over my mouth and asked me to do the same. After a short while, she rose. “As if we would Dad,” a disgruntled Tiffany called back from the kitchen, placing cold new potatoes in a dish.“Yeah! does he know how much grub we’ve prepared for it?” muttered Cate, washing lettuce. “And where’s golden balls Timothy?”“I wish you wouldn’t use that horrid term Cate,” chuntered Mamie, their mother, checking the general spread before carrying it out.“Well he is Mum, can’t do anything wrong ... can he?” Cate argued. Mamie ignored the constant moan and agreement from Tiffany.Up.