I assured him there would be none. She just needed to warm up to it and, let’s be honest. Two giant cocks destroying every hole is probably not her ...idea of a romantic evening. This was for me and that’s why she agreed. “ Let’s all take a break for a couple drinks, clean up, let her clean up and rest.” I told them. “The next act of this opera starts in one hour and we’ll retreat to the bedroom for some further fun”. They nodded in agreement and then it happened again, we all looked at each other. One night when we had all finished dinner, Grace and Fran asked JD to join them in Nan’s bedroom as they had something to discuss with him. He followed them to the room, leaving young Gracie and myself alone. Of course, we took advantage of that and proceeded to kiss and cuddle on the lounge. We were so used to each other by now that we knew just what buttons to push to get the other one ready for a sexual encounter. I did eventually fuck Gracie on the lounge, and just in time. Fran came. Wasn't that the sort of thing the adopting family would be told? Was it even legal to place barriers between the parties? And why was the birth mother not named on the document? For two years, no adopting family stepped forward and Ed began to get suspicious. Breaking several laws of privacy, he asked around and discovered the unnamed mom was Bobbie Baker, who with her twin, Billie, had gotten pregnant at the same time. The community had ostracized both girls and the babies had been taken away. Good grades, good behavior, no serious dating, no late nights, no calls from the police station, no tattoos, high SAT scores, rather unproductive flute lessons, cheerleading squad, honor roll; everyone knew that Isabella was the perfect daughter. Isabella was the sweet girl who ran around in the rain trying to put the worms back in the ground to “save them” and stopped boys from killing butterflies. At sixteen Isabella had “blossomed” (in botanical terms akin to her name) into five-feet and.