So Aunt Emma really was like me and Mom, after all. I felt a bolt of relief shoot through me. "Bullshit, I don't believe you." "We are," I said ...hile standing. I moved to stand behind Mom, my hands finding her shoulders. "Everyday, almost." "Mhm," Mom confirmed cheerfully. "No fucking way!" Aunt Emma had been smiling and shocked at the same time. I had never seen her eyes look so blue. "Roxy, you slut! You suck! You stole my fantasy!" "What?" Mom turned on her innocent. 3. My Husband, Paul & I.I will now get back to my own life and meeting my husband Paul. Dad had taken over the old church when his father had died. He preached in the old, falling down church for years. The old, church really did need repairs. A wealthy religious man heard about dad’s run down old church, he offered some money to make repairs to the church. He had a son named Paul. Paul was the youngest of five sons and three daughters and the only single one in their family. Paul’s dad. Little girls can’t control their bodies yet, can they? You were just so horny you started squirting weren’t you? That means you love daddy very very much, that means your pussy is ready to bond with daddy.’ I was only partly listening to his words, my mind was just drifting in this euphoric bliss. I was satisfied suckling on his cock and just laying there in the afterglow of my orgasm. ‘It’s okay sweetheart, it’s okay.’ He said. ‘I think we have to make a change of plans, I think daddy. As he turned to go back in he noticed a brick that shouldn'thave been there. The note under it directed him to a small parcel underthe couch. It told him that the "A" package was for him to wear now andthat the "B" package was to be hand washed and hung on the porch washline to dry. It even had a fancy soap powder in a sachet.Package "B" contained some stained female underwear; plain white pantiesand bra's as well as white knee high socks. Package "A" had a pair ofwhite cotton briefs, white.