She was prepairing to make giblet gravy, Chrystal asked to help, and Mom let her cut up the turkey gizzard and heart while she hard-boiled eggs. Chrys...al diced up the liver and pan-fried the tiny cubes of the liver. Mom asked her what she was doing to the liver. Chrystal said she was frying the liver so it would not soften and come apart in the gravy. Mom said she had never done it that way but to go ahead. When the liver was browned Crystal put it and the diced heart and gizzard in the boiling. And he did. He pounded her hard. He laid her on the bed and got on top of her. He fucked her in the missionary position. “Fuck me!” She kept yelling, Gadget getting more and more excited every time. “I’m coming Uncle!” she yelled, moaning.He lost it. He was about to cum, and as he did, his Gadget Mallet came out again, swinging erraticly. Penny had here eyes closed, so she didn’t see it. As he came, the mallet pulled back, and on his first spurt the mallet smashed down on her face, caving it. "They're personal, about the twins and you," she warned. She put her hands on the small of my back. She worked the lotion up and towards my sides. Any warning was ignored as my brain focused completely on keeping me breathing and processing information from nerve cells that screamed in pleasure as her hands over my skin."Are the twins active?" she asked quietly. I turned around to look at her."Sexually," she whispered meeting my eyes.I turned back around and thought about her question as her. As I got older the horse rides became more frequent, maybes because I was awake more and not sleeping as much or I just started to remember a lot more of them. I woke one morning when dad had not went to work yet, mom was on her knees bent over and daddy was holding on to her from behind“Horsey, horsey” I shouted and jumped from my bed and in to there’s and climbed on to mom’s back; she lifted her head from the pillow just so I would not fall off and I had my horsey ride. It was fast and wobbly.