" Do you want us to leave you alone?" Shelly asked."It's up to you," Adam answered."But what do you want?" Shelly tried. "Do you want a couple of hour...s to yourself?"Adam shrugged."I'm OK either way," he said. "I just know that you guys had a lot of fun going to the pool when you had a chance. I was just saying that if you want to continue your routine, I think I can survive for a while."Trinity and Shelly exchanged looks. They had enjoyed their morning swims. The Y wasn't crowded with kids –. "But honey, Jesus" he started to protest, his eyes raking over my firm, ripe teenage body."But what Daddy?" I interrupted, suddenly remembering how I had awoken late in the night and felt Daddy's big shaft pumping a nocturnal emission of rich, white sauce across my bum and thighs."You're not,... I mean you're not dressed Steffie, you're naked," he complained with a catch in his voice."I always sleep nude now Daddy, just like you," I said smiling. "I love feeling the soft silk against my skin,". She stopped the mixer and she raised the dough hook from the mixing bowl. She then bent over to reach into the bottom of the bowl to pull the heavy contents out and my jaw about dropped at the sight. Thick wide hips, cheeks stretched out from leaning over, and her stretchy pants providing me with an unobstructed view of her amazing form. "Are you checking me out?!" Said Betty.Instantly snapped out of my trance I immediately looked away flushing. "Whoops, ya caught me ha ha" I said with a guilty. "Well, oksy, where are you dear?" his stepmother asked."I, I am in the kitchen, whyyy?" Stuttered Carl."Because silly I need you to come out to the garage and help me unloadthe car, okay, bye!"Mrs. Monet no sooner hung up on Carl than she burst into the kitchen tocatch him dressed in her heels, hose and underwear. She at first laughedand pointed at Carl."What are you some kind of sissy or faggot? Why are wearing my thingsand what the hell are those stains on my panties!" Mrs. Monet was.