MaryAnn looked spectacular dressed in slacks and a lace-trimmed blouse; just enough skin was showing to hold your gaze. I still wasn't clear as to her...relationship with Uncle Joe. At times she seemed to be more than just an employee; but I guess that comes with the fact that she lived under his roof for the last several years and sees him practically every morning in the gym. I wondered if she knew about his health problems. If she didn't know now, she would later as his health started to. She laughed as I tried to fight her hand off, but I couldn’t. She had a really good grip on them.It was an incredible feeling, the warmth of my mom’s hand on my skin and the coldness from the ice cube. The feeling of pleasure was so intense that I trusted my hips toward her and moaned. I figured that this was my chance and I reached for the cup again, this time my mom tried to move it away with her spare hand, but she was too late. I grabbed the biggest ice cube I could and I quickly moved my. "Nita looked at Gregg and said, "listen to YOUR daughter talk." Gregg said, "MY daughter, she's YOUR daughter, my precious innocent angels would never think of anything that bizarre." Then they all laughed and hugged.Gregg said, "this is why we have to keep everything in the family. If it ever got out all of us adults could go to prison and you two would end up in a foster home, and may never see each other or us again. This is strictly family. Since all the girls filled us in on their. " And you plan to put on a show for there benefit?" Well yeah of course. And we're going to be holding hands so that they know we're a couple now."We walked out of my room, down the hallway and past my parent's bedroom. At least we nearly made it past. A quick look in their room showed Madeleine lying on her back in between my parents with my father's mark, dried semen, in and around her pussy. She had her right hand on his limp penis and her left hand sleepily exploring between my mother's.