With the men scarce and likely to be at it with someone other than their wife even when they were at home, the women would eat each other out, just to...fill that sexual void. It sounded quite civilised in an odd way. I didn’t see Dorothy the rest of the week, but on Sunday afternoon the sun was out and I was lying on a sunlounger on the lawn when she appeared, carrying a jug of something pink and two plastic glasses. “It’s a cocktail. I found the recipe online,” she said proudly. “Watermelon ,. Pretty soon we have the whole organizational chart filled in.Along the way we just might find out about Rose Seabold. Hey Michael what was the first address you have for the Rose Seabold ID?"Mike: She lived in a place called Farmer's Grove community. She lived there for several years. She kind of pulled up stakes and left for no reason. There doesn't seem to have been any plan or reason for it. Next time we hear of her she is in Alabama.Those were facts Mike had pulled from the digital soup. Son: well yeah.. but.. she's my mom i can't i shouldn't @untie norma: you got to be k**ding me.. jake: make it even.. mine as well... @untie norma: you too Jake,.. are you serious right now.. my own son..Jake: well it's safer for him.. we practically did the same..auntie norma: yeah true... but my own son..it's wrong..Shelley: thats right... girl... you won't regret it.. trust me.. @untie norma: but you weren't my son.. i birth him...shelley: girl tell me if he wasn't your son you wouldn't fuck. “Put your hand back on my cock.”Immediately, she complied.“Now answer the question.”She bit her lip seductively.“Yes, that’s what I want.”We took a sip of our drinks.She began to gently rub my cock under the table until it grew to full hardness.“Oh, God.” She whispered.I smiled.“Is that still what you want, little gurl?”I could see the wheels spinning. She was trying to wrap her mind around the ramifications of her next answer.“I… I…”“You know it’s not going in just your mouth… don’t you?”There.