Once I pulled the stockings up my long legs, I fastenedthe tiny hooks at my thigh?s and stood up and looked into the full lengthmirror. ? I picked up ...heblack dress I had picked out which Kathy had asked to be very revealing. Istepped into the dress and wiggled my hips as I pulled the thin material up andover my hips. I slipped the tiny spaghetti straps over my shoulders andadjusted the material in front. ? It felt sort oftight around my breast?s, but I managed to tuck them under the material. One mother wrote about a dream after her small child was hit and killed by a drunk driver. In the dream, she asked a messenger why the child's guardian angel didn't protect her innocent son. She said it told her that angels are around humans all the time but have no guardian role. They are just advisors, messengers or guides for those who God chooses. They exist to help make decisions but they can't influence or control the outcome. Tom, that sounds to me like what we call a conscience." That. People always confused the two of us, and we hated it. Especially when we were smaller. Sometimes, we even went to extremes to stand out from one another. Once, when I was little, I tried to cut off all my hair just so people would stop calling me by my sister's name." Jane admitted, smiling slightly at the memory."So I suppose the seeds of what would eventually transpire were always there, but it was one specific event that finally pushed matters into a more serious realm. And that event. “What do you say Joe? Would you like to suck cock and eat cum?”“Oh god yes!” Joe said.“And what about you Bertha? You want to eat your daughter’s pussy?”“Yes please” she answered.“I like the way you say please, you dumb cock sucking bitch.”“Get on the floor, daddy” Susan ordered. “I want to lay next to you so I can watch John cum in your fucking mouth.” Joe followed his daughter’s command without hesitation, and John got on top of him, their mouths above the other’s cock. Susan lay next to her.