Paula was already up and at the washroom. It sounded like the kids had gone with her. My body pleasantly ached, especially my shoulder where Paula had...bitten me in the throes of passion. Yet I had to wonder at parts of the conversation we'd had last night and wanted very much to hear the full story of how Paula had finally decided that incestuous adultery was something to be desired in her life.Finally I decided that introspection was getting me nowhere and set off for the washrooms.Breakfast. "I'm sorry honey," I replied laughing, not willing to allow either of the two any edge, "But you're in America now, English only please." I... DON'T... LIKE... THE... NAME... CAT... UNCLE," Amelie ordered, scowling in heavily accented English."Well, sweetie, Amelie then," I responded, my sarcasm perhaps outside the grasp of her perception, "Welcome to the greatest country in the world, the United States of America — your new home!" Ah oui, home of the beeg Mac, George Bush and the whooper," my. She gave him the directions to where she lived, and surprisingly it was right near where Adam lived also. As they drove they chatted about meaningless things, simple chatter. Each of them, however, had other things on their minds. hen the other wasn’t looking, they each took turns glancing at the others body. Venice hadn’t noticed before, but Adam had a godlike body to match his godlike face. He had broad shoulders that angled into his obviously chiseled stomach. His arms and legs were bulging. ”Of course, that brought all of my happiness back as I agreed.We got into her bed, and she held her arms open as she said, “Come here to mama, sweet girl.” I rolled into her arms, and we held each other tightly. I tried to maneuver my body so she would not feel my hard cock. I failed as both my hands landed on her tits, one in each hand. My leg slipped between hers. Now I have a tit in each hand. My leg is between hers, pressing on her mound and my hard cock poking at her belly.“Oh, my sweet.