Ok, he was kind of staring at your chest," shemuttered as a rather weedy looking boy walked by, obviously craning hisneck to look at me in a fashion h... probably thought was discrete as hewalked by. "Hey!" she called out, shaking her fist at the boy, "she's uphere, jerk!"The boy let out a rather pathetic squeak and scampered away as though he'dbeen caught mastrubating by his parents. Melinda howled with laughter, "Iam so jealous!" she laughed, "No boys ever stare at me like that! Well,they do. ?What do you want? John said curtly, to the powerfully built black man who stood before him.?Show some respect to your betters, and call me sir while your at it? snarled Tony.Biting his lip, John began again, ?what do you want Sir?.?That?s much better, now ill be honest with you I?ve never liked you very much boy, but I always wanted to fuck your lovely wife.These are my conditions I?m going to make Pauline my whore and your going to obey my every word, do you agree wimp?, sniggered Tony.?Yes. Their names were Constance and Elizabeth. The year was 1959. I was 18, just out of high school. Connie Kazmarek, mother of four, was 37. Her sister, Liz Campbell, mother of three, was 35. Connie lived in my town. At New Years eve her sister was visiting from a remote mining town in Northern Ontario. Her Scots husband was a miner who emigrated from the U.K., to Canada. Connie was a G.I. bride who came to the U.S. with her husband after WW II.A few lines about me. The year before, I took pictures. I actually liked having a baby bump, after all. I didn’t know or care if this was Daddy’s brat, Demy’s, Uncle Stavy’s, Samuel’s, or that of Mephistopheles himself. It was my love child, conceived in passion, lust, and natural instincts. Part of me was delighted in the idea of Mandy and I both carrying babies by the same man. Hopefully, they didn’t find out until they already grew up and became lovers. The idea of secret incest was exhilirating in some respects.Of course, I couldn’t tell Amanda.