Now I have. I thought about having everybody lie down, but that won’t work, because the breasts would slide to the sides.”“You are calling me a ...aggy old woman!” She sounded upset.“You don’t have saggy breasts,” I said, still intent on my examination of Tabby’s cast. I was fascinated how I could see detail in the area of the nipples that I couldn’t see on the real, live girl. “I love your breasts,” I said, on autopilot.“Oh,” she said, a little breathlessly. “So ... are you ... um ... planning. I’ll be next door.”I got up and walked to the door, trying not to lean on my cane as I walked.“Matt?” Lana said softly from the table. “Please don’t go. Come and sit with us.”I stopped and looked at them. They were all still watching me. “No one else seems to be saying anything,” I pointed out, but I didn’t leave.“You’ve given everyone a lot to think about, son,” Dan said quietly. “Come on. Have a seat. It may take some time, but we’ll get it solved.”I nodded and felt a little better, knowing. Catherine walked in."You look like something is troubling you, Isabella? Can I help?" I have been thinking," I answered. "What if something terriblehappens? What if someone finds about me? What would happen to Chester?I do not think I can do this!" Oh dear," Catherine said. "Sit," she told me and I obeyed. "Do notworry. You have been very careful so far. You have lived over threeyears now as Isabella and no one is the wiser. You are the picture offeminine grace and beauty. No one will. Looking directly into her husband's eyes, Betty swung her pelvis and ground her pussy onto the driving length of their son's stiff prick, smiling wet and wide as she did so.Chad managed to say: "Betty" -- what the hell!!"She replied loud and clear; "I'm ding the same thing you are, Chad. I'm fucking one of our children, just as you are. And I love it, darling-- I love being fucked by my son!"Nikki wiggled on her father's dick, forced him to move with her in the sinuous tangling of crotch and.