There was nobeating her.So I surrendered. Emily mixed the Kool-Aid mix and hair conditioner in abowl and then dyed the end of each of my short braids...reddish (Hey,Josie!). The whole time my heart was going crazy, like a psycho tryingto batter down the walls of her padded cell. Emily ignored my bizarreBrownian motion, went out, came back with a fat black marker and calmlydrew kanji on my arms, without even asking. I happily let her.She didn't know that many kanji, actually, but she did know. "Come on, I'm famished."We went to a little French bistro type restaurant which Lucy knew. Very dimly lit, and booth type arrangements in the room at the back, although the main eating area was a little more open, the tables well laid out in a typically country eatery fashion. Darren led us to a corner booth, well away from the regards of most of the clientele, sitting with his back to the room, Lucy and I opposite him on the plush red, crushed velvet covered benching.We sipped aperitifs as we. The sensation of my head passing between your lips was like the entry to heaven. I fucked you with short, slow strokes before allowing the rest of my cock to follow. We both whispered tantalizing little things to each other as our rhythm quickened. We moved briefly into a doorway and you placed your foot on the opposite wall to steady yourself, allowing me deeper into your folds. When I thoughts I could take no more, you turned around placing your hands on the wall, lifting your gown. I entered. "I couldn't turn her down, so I placed them both on her melons. "Good, I can use them for leverage, Mom, because they are so big." If you get your sister pregnant, you can make hers this big, too, so think about it." You're crazy, Mom, and you're not going to let this go, are you?" Nope," she answered, leaning up with me.I got onto my knees, placed my hands on her butt, and held her up with me."I just love you two so damn much and want an incest grandchild, but we'll both still support the hell.