He's talking to his disgusting daughter. Instead of Saint Sally, he has Slut Sally. It's enough to make a grown man cry."Bob turned and started toward... Cindy, but Summers poked the end of the nightstick in his throat. "Set down asshole, we're not done explaining the facts of life to you yet. We have some more images we'd like for you to remember, like this one."Cindy pushed another button on her desk and the monitors showed another scene. A large dark room suddenly lightened with the large click. You know there is something going on, don’t you?”I did know. I had been ignoring the signs because I trusted my wife and my best friend. But now I knew something was not right.“Where, and when?” I asked quietly.“Can you meet me at ‘The Breakfast House’, about three this afternoon?” Joyce asked.I took a breath and let it out.“Ok. I’ll be there.”“Good, we can compare notes. But Roy. I am not liking this at all.”“Me either Joyce. I hope I am wrong. God, I hope I am wrong.”“Me too!!” Then she hung. On wobbly legs, I stepped around her, following her gesture, and then I sank onto my knees. Her four inch heels made her legs seem endless, and her butt stood out in front of me bubbly-tight and good enough to eat. I couldn’t hear a single sound with all the blood rushing in my ears. Somewhere in between, she had dropped the folder. I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of her panties and pulled gently down, full of awe and worship at the softness of her skin. She reached back, and pretty hands. "Let's get you down to the milking shed." She helped Emily sit up. As she did, Emily's breasts heaved forward with a loud sloshing sound. Emily groaned from the fullness inside her.Aunt Lily handed Emily her panties and a robe and helped her down off the table. They walked out of the clinic and down the path to the big red barn. Emily cradled her breasts and walked slowly, trying to keep her bursting jugs from bouncing.As she walked, Emily felt a growing warmth on her forearms. She looked down.