As it turns out she must have been a little deranged to convince us to do what we ended up participating in for our contribution, as a Cub Scout Den, ...t the great city wide scouting event where there would be lots of way older kids, real boy scouts.We were to wear little pink chiffon dresses like ballerinas, a pink under shirt and athletic underpants, that’s it. We were to balance and walk across a 2 by 4 piece of lumber, on edge, that was built/suspended a couple of feet off the floor. “Each. The partying quickly escalated as we began chucking frosting at one another and our steps became a little less sure. The bubbling drinks bringing us all together in pointless laughs. Smiling I looked around for my hubby, sadly I found no sign of him, for some reason that seemed to anger me. With a huff, I stalked over to the bar and ordered a straight shot of vodka. Throwing it back, it helped to push thought away as I noticed a very tall man over in the corner. For a quick-make bar, the stools. I thought, 'what the Fuck are they doin' 'ere? This is the men's bog, not the girls!'So I 'ad another butchers, and they both looked well fit. The taller one was pretty slim, about my height, 'ad longish bottle blonde 'air, nice long legs, and she was wearin' a sparkly black dress that just covered 'er bum. The other one was a bit shorter, and looked a bit more curvy. She 'ad darker wavy 'air and a tight red dress that almost reached 'er bum it was that short. Nice pins too!They 'ad their lips. I mean in most families everybody would have been cheering and yelling and celebrating.But everyone at that table either had knowledge, or had seen or figured out something that had to do with pregnancy, and almost all of that knowledge was what police classify as “Guilty Knowledge”.John had impregnated his daughter and they both knew it. Bobby had impregnated his aunt, or at least had put a whole lot more sperm in her than her husband had, and they both knew that.Cindy knew that she had the.