But I wasn't born yesterday and I could feel his eyes and hands all over my body. As we danced it seemed as if he was deliberately pressing his manhoo... against my hip... The touch wasn't lost on me. I could feel that he was not normal, huge might be the word to describe it...and I actually feel it grow! I had a rush of excitement, and embarrassment, as we ground against each other disgustedly.When we arrived back at the table John said he had a headache and was going back to the room. As I. I hadn’t specifically been worried about her getting pregnant, but that certainly was a sure-fire way to have her dad go on a multi-county murder spree.I nearly jumped out of my clothes when the door opened without any warning.“What are you kids doing?” Mom asked, obvious concern in her voice.I had to try to deflect questions, because the more people who knew about this, the riskier the situation became. And, truthfully, it wasn’t about Liz, so it wasn’t directly my mom’s business. I wanted her. Upon entering the kitchen, he had froze. There, sitting at the table free of restraints and looking quite content, was Violet giggling with his mother over a stack of blueberry pancakes. Amy adored her immediately and from that day on Violet had become a part of the family.Tonight he had captured four girls, probably the four most exquisite in all of his career, he thought proudly. Randal had been very clear on his order for this time: Two pale blondes with the same height and weight, body. Quite the opposite. Intrigued, you might say. “So, you’re saying that even though you are brother and sister you had sex with each other?’ she asked.“Yes,” I said.“Well then, if that is the case, I want to know if you are bigger and better than your father ever was.”“What? You can’t be serious!”“Most definitely I am. Just because I am your mom doesn’t mean I’m dead. I miss sex. I need to feel a nice hard cock in me once in a while too. Besides, who do you think was my first? It was my.