"And I you," I replied, "and I'd demonstrate how much if I weren't at this delicate stage of things."She sighed in disappointment."I'm off for a showe...," she said, and she was.Just over an hour later the buns were sugar-washed and on a cooling rack, and I went upstairs. Trish was fast asleep on the bed, wearing a bathrobe. I crept out of the bedroom to the bathroom and took a shower of my own.I returned to the bedroom naked and dry and stroked her face until she opened her eyes. Then she opened. It didn’t matter, the story sparked their curiosity and come holiday time, they set off to where this ancient temple ruins was supposed to be.Driving the 4x4 was Garett, an athletic man of 24 years old, short black hair, angular jaws and always had an unshaven look. With his signature leather jacket he took everywhere he could easily star in the next Indiana Jones movie. No one could ever find a reason to call him ungentlemanly.Next to him sat 22 year old Michelle, a ebony skinned beauty with. She was not about to play 'Marco Polo with his pole! But she didn't panic. In her head she told herself, 'I am the adult, I am in charge, I am in control, I'm . . . in trouble; because I'm in denial about my own control.' She was shocked but she was sure she was about to commit adultery with her own child! She realized that she wanted it; wanted him, wanted another baby in her womb. Yancy could do that, with that lance of his in his mother vagina. It made her quim swim with it's own. It was the middle of the day, a chilly day at that, and my father and us were to go and clean out the box truck he had, dubbed Old Blue, since we were to repair a house a few days from then. He had, unfortunately, decided to leave us in the middle of cleaning it out so he could get more supplies from Home Depot, which forced us to communicate more. Half an hour into reorganizing the box truck, my brother decides to start small talk, his normal routine when he wants to get some action from me..