Later in bed Thomas kept thinking about what had happened. How Sophie had suddenly gotten clingy again. He had expected her to want some distance afte... the shower incident but now she acted like everything was back to normal. Even more so since they hadn't really hugged much for a long time and now she had hugged him twice in the same evening."Maybe she just missed dad and he was too tired to bother" he thought before falling asleep.Paul really was very tired and even though Sophie was feeling. She seemed to be satisfied that everything had been resolved.It hadn't.I told Jeff to take a load off. We had a little more to discuss."Mom, how many people are invited to the wedding?" We're at a little over seventeen hundred, but I don't think there will be more than another hundred to add." Really. Only eighteen hundred guests. Aren't we going to feel lonely?" Where did you learn that sarcasm, young lady?" In my defense," said Jeff, "she had the full complement of sarcasm when I met her."We. That specifically presents a quandary to me.I want Bill. Yes, I know he’s ‘Dad’. Been ‘Dad’ all my life, you know. But speaking from the standpoint of DNA, he’s NOT Dad. And what should it matter anyway? It’s not like if he and I started fucking (I hate that word. Can I say ‘making love’?) that I can get pregnant from him. Mom had some serious issues having me and Bill – or Dad – had a vasectomy. So, Haley’s been doing Dad – or Bill – for years now without birth control and she’s not pregnant,. Abby took in a deep breath and started.“We have kissed each other . . . but only to practice so that we can kiss boys,” she began. “And . . . we have kinda touched each other too,” she continued.“And where have you touched her,” he asked.“Like her boobs and you know . . . in between her legs . . . a bit.”“Where did you do this,” he asked, still jacking off, now more slowly so that he wouldn’t shoot his load too early. “Mostly at my house . . . during sleepovers.” “Well . . . it’s time to add to.