They both nodded simultaneously."Unfortunately, we do. He is our father," came the shocking words.I nodded and hugged her closer and mumbled 'Basturd'...under my breath. "It will be OK Amanda, Dad has no liking of his useless brother, he felt sorry for him, that is why he is here working for us. If he pulls another stunt like the one today, I'll cut his fucking balls off and stuff them down his throat for his last meal." Well, he hasn't paid mom her alimony, and she doesn't have a very good job,. The rest of her may have changed, but Molly's smile had stayed exactly the same.She was wearing a simple black tube-dress, leaving her arms and shoulders completely bare and showing ample cleavage - and as she approached their table, John realised that it wasn't just her ass that had grown. Her breasts, already large, seemed to have increased in size as well.The dress was clearly made for a slightly smaller woman, and Molly's assets were causing it to practically burst at the seams; her ass had. "How did you get her into the job?" I asked."We didn't. She just happened to have the job," replied Amelia.Aunt Kayla left Amelia and I alone. Neither of us felt like cooking, so we went out to the local strip mall. There was a Borders there, along with several causal-eating places. The bookstore was great; we went there after dinner. They had a great CD selection. Thankfully, my taste in music hadn't changed and I worked my way through the rock section. I also picked out a few jazz CDs.When I. " came my response to her. "Well, phew! I thought you were going to spank me over your knees or something" she said with a just a hint of disappointment. "Actually, Mrs. Jones, if I do recall correctly, Mr. Jones did say to make sure you didn't get into any trouble. I don't think I would count this as a major problem" Before I could actually finish my last sentence she had grabbed my half-filled bottle and dropped it on the floor in front of me - and the dance began. "You've crossed the line.