No more - no less.The rest of the DeBusque family, minus Tom and Henry, did not keep us waiting long. Tom rolled in precisely at four-thirty five, and...his daughters were not more than thirty minutes behind him, having gone to their homes to change and freshen up. They found Angela and me rocking on the porch, looking out to the south, enjoying the late afternoon view.What we were really doing was trying to come to grips with our secret knowledge, and desperate not to give ourselves away. Tom. You’re a filthy a****l.”Then, after a withering look of disdain, my aunt reached round to the clasp at her back. ”Okay,” she added, “you want to see them? Will that make you happy? There, get a good look. Those are tits a pathetic little shit like you won’t ever get to play with.”I boggled in gape-mouthed shock when she took off her bra to reveal her breasts.“Nasty little fucker,” Aunt Cathy murmured as she cupped her boobs in her palms. “Looking at your aunt. Wanking. It’s just disgusting,. I asked her if her girlfriends had arrived, but she couldn't see them. Soon enough, though, she ran into a couple of guys from her school days. She introduced me to them, and I noticed a couple of them were "extra" happy to see her, giving her a tight hug which she returned as courtesy. I quickly forgot the names of the guys, but I remembered that one of them, who had arrived alone and wasn't married, kept checking out Swati. His expression gave away his obvious attraction to my wife. The. “Yes, as far as it goes,” I said.“But there was a codicil. No man was ever to take your place with your child, Kari,” he said.“Yes,” I said. “But she betrayed me and let you adopt my baby. She’s yours now, quite legally as I was told yesterday,” I said.“You do know that I’ve heard all about your meeting yesterday. I know that Kari...”“Would you mind referring to the young woman who was here yesterday as Sarah. That’s how I know her, not as ‘your’ Kari,” I said. “You can call her whatever you.