“What about Rona?” I asked. “Not yet. He has been waiting until we are sixteen.”I frowned, “Has he sold any of the granddaughters over fifte...n since me?”She shook her head and replied, “He hasn’t sold any of us in the last three years since Grand-dame died. Only you.”I’d not paid much interest in what Warh did with his herd since he gave my son away. His first spouse who we all called Grand-dame had died when I’d been riding the herds. All I remember was that she didn’t wake one morning.The vet. Two, Hugo is the biggest fraud you could ask to meet, and has been shining me on right along. Hell, I guess I’m gullible enough, even that fucking baby-rapist had me going.In fact, maybe he’s even shining himself on, to the point that he actually believes what he’s saying and doing. He’s the one who’s wigged out, not me.That seems pretty hard to go for, though. The Internet can’t find anything at all about cults or groups that go back to caveman living, and I can’t imagine he could have done. "Are you trying to tease me Debbie?" he replied. "Probably," she laughed...."But do you think so?" "You are the prettiest girl Deb," he answered truthfully, "As for your er,"tits," yes they are perfect. I shouldn't say this, but if I wasn't your father, I think I would want to kiss them." She seemed to shiver but looked up at him appealingly. "Well just pretend you're not my dad for a moment and kiss them. Please!" He didn't need asking twice. Inclining his head he kissed her left. ”“Oh sorry I just thought maybe I shouldn’t...” Arthur couldn’t keep his eyes off Xena’s perfect breasts. Two nipple shaped bumps deformed the toga’s fabric. Making it clear the college freshman had left her bra next door.“Maybe you shouldn’t what?” Xena teased turning slightly to show off her side boob. Smiling, the bleach blonde turned again and bent forward so that her toga fell slightly to reveal her left nipple.Arthur was having trouble remembering what he shouldn’t do?“Grope me maybe?”.