Itcouldn't be called lesbianism, Carol was technically a man. She was nowgenetically different from Rebecca, so it probably couldn't even belabeled as...incest, either. It was a very puzzling situation.It was ten o'clock when I climbed out of the tub and toweled dry. Iwrapped the towel around my refreshed and clean body, picked up my oldclothing, and went down the hall to see if I could get dressed in someclean clothes. Carol and Rebecca were in the master bath. I walked intothe closet and picked. Wonder what Jamie would think if she knew that she had engineered her and mom's downfall. He hadn't done any of the shit that he claimed had happened that day with Cathy. She had immediately saw this as her chance to finally get Jamie as her plaything, and they spent the time plotting the scenario that eventually led to the car accident, the confrontation at the party, and her watching Jamie when they were in classes together at school and at cheer. Chris had to hand it to the cunt, she. “You got white-blonde daughters!” he remarked, surprised.“They are from you guys. From the last time,” I said proudly, “You guys got me, Kiara, Kavya, and Sakshi pregnant on your last visit.”“So, you had something to remember us by. Or someone in this case,” he nodded towards my little girls. “Now, tell me, how many fuckable women you have in your home this time,” he asked.“Me, Kiara, Kavya, Nina, Sakshi, Avantika, Prerna, my sister Anita, my sisters-in-law Anjali and Vaishali,” I answered. 'Oh god!' Lana thought. 'What's wrong with me, I can't help myself. She tastes so good.' Lana tried not to think about what she was doing as she greedily swallowed her best friend's pussy cream. The sticky texture and arousing aroma of her friend's fluids made her desperate to come herself. Lana sat back on her knees, licking her chops. Her chin glistened with streams of fluid that had slipped down her bottom lip, escaping before she could catch them. Lana wiped at the evidence of Jessica's.