She tried not to reciprocate my kiss, but her instinctive reaction to such a kiss had her already in the act of opening her lips. I tickled her tongue...with my own before pulling away. I smiled in her face as I gazed into her eyes. "Welcome home ... Mom," I said in almost a whisper.I squeezed her ass with my left hand and pushed her gently toward Dad ... Master Frank. He was almost leering at her as he reached out and went through the same routine that I had just performed on her before she. I had been into anal for a while, but my experiences with hubby hadn’t gone well so far, and I’d taken to satisfying myself with objects. He was very interested in that, as he wanted to do insertions on himself as well. I wasn’t sure how to handle that, but I figured everyone had something that they did in private that would make the “normal” population shudder. And I had friends online who were into all sorts of other kinks, so what if he wanted that? As we got closer to the time when we had. I grew up on a farm/ranch, whatever. It was pretty secluded with the closest neighbor a little over a mile away as the crow flies, farther by road. There were several farms/ranches in our area, most with kids my age who I played with as a kid, then went to school with through high school and a couple through college. My family consisted of two parents (not remarkable in that area and time) a brother and a sister. We kids were almost exactly a year apart. All three born in June between the 18th. That was not because of this particular saloon, they would have done it at any saloon.The first few hands did not bode well for Ethel, as usual, though Adam seemed to be holding his own. A little later on, though, Ethel hit her stride and started on her usual sort of winning streak. She had won six pots in a row, some of them for substantial sums, so it was not surprising that suspicions began to rise. She won the next pot, though it was not a very large one, but that was enough to bring one.