I was still aware of Joanne and Diana, butthey were like cousins, if you know what I mean. As I was wearing a shortand sheer nightie I wasn't feeling ...articularly masculine at that moment."Now, let me check first. Who are you?" I'm John. What did you do to me, Francine?" Let me explain right from the start, but before we go any further, I dolove you. Don't forget that. When we met I told you my parents haddivorced when I was 11. That was true. What I didn't tell you was that myname was Francis,. He has had a hard life. Enough beating around the bush, I tricked my wife into having sex with my dad until she gets pregnant with our child! I talked my wife into it before I told my dad. This was supposed to be a gift to my dad, but she never ever knew of that intention. I was a sick person. I talked to my dad about the plan, and how I needed him to act like he would absolutely refuse to that sperm bank or artificial insemination bullshit. She was a 10 in my dads and my book. Im sure he would. " Christopher pointed at a big posterhung up near the office that read, "Prom Court Nominations."Lance slowly walked towards the poster. "It couldn't be. Could it?" hewhispered.Below the title were two columns, "Prom King", and "Prom Queen". The"Queen" column contained three names: "Olivia Jones, Deanna Scott, SimoneBiggs." Well, I suppose congratulations are in order," Christopher said.Lance felt his anxiety rise. He was conflicted. He wanted to be done withthis charade. He was on his way to. Her bending over a chair in her underwear showing her ass looking back smiling with this devilish sexy grin. Another was her on clean white sheets cupping her breast showcasing her nipples. I loved that one so much I loved the look on her face in the pictures. I felt bad after but not that bad I had a crush on her before my dad ever married her. I remember the first time I saw her I thought she was absolutely gorgeous. My dad on the other hand lost interest completely they began an open.