Back in the kitchen, Marilyn tossed the salad. She stopped to tug at her brassiere. It was uncomfortably tight and the action of tossing the salad mad... it cut into her flesh. As she had noticed last night, her breasts seemed larger; certainly the pressure from the cups of her bra pointed to an increase in size. Sometimes during her time of the month she had problems with water retention, but that usually didn't manifest itself this way. She wondered if she needed to make an appointment with her. Then we werepushed to the ground. Our skirts were raised and our panties lowered.The Wrenchheads wanted to rape us. They were just about to start, whenthe cross-country team jumped the Wrenchheads.The head Wrenchhead said, "You dorks are cruising for a brusing. Thereis ten of us and four of you."The leader of the cross-country team said, "If you want a fair fight, Ican send two or three of my buds away."The Wrenchheads tried to hit the runners. The cross-country team actedlike light horse. I poured the wine as she sat down and was reaching to serve the lasagna and said " this will be easier if I stand up " she could have easily done it from where she was , but instead , she walked to the side of the table and bent over to the pan of lasagna just so I could see the best sideboob shot I have ever been right next to in my life . I couldn't resist grabbing and squeezing her huge tit that was hanging right there in front of me . She looked at me , giggled and smiled , and sat back. "Do I really want to have sex with my daughter now? I mean, with my dick actually inside her with Kate there too?"I didn't get an answer to that either, but it seemed obvious.'I can't wrap my head around that. Maybe I do want to fuck Rose now. She has shown herself to be quite a woman: incredibly beautiful and charming too. Now as I see her naked, she has opened that incestuous door for me. Whether I wanted it open or not, it is, and now I love what is on the other side. For reasons, I don't.