"Dad--that was a tough way to tell you, but we thought it had to be done." He shook his shaggy head. "But, baby--your mom. She was actually screwing y...our brother!" "Yes," Lorena said, stroking his fingers and looking into his bewildered eyes. "And Jean was in on it." Her father's head swung from side to side. "But, Arlene. It just doesn't seem possible--especially with Glynn. She had a lot of chances to play around and never did. Now--" Lorena leaned forward and kissed him. "Dad, it's no. When he got to the top of my left thigh, I felt his hand go around to my inner thigh. He had not done this before. It felt very warm and tingly. With repeated movements of his hands on my inner thigh, it felt as if the were still going higher up. Then it was no longer a thought. His left hand was on my left cheek squeezing and rocking gently as his right had gone as far as it could; sliding up and down the edge of my left labia. God, it felt sooo nice. I couldn’t tell him to stop and let him do. .I mentioned all this to Archie one night. He was at the villa for a few days, in between trips to talk to people about paintings they wanted to commission. We were relaxing by the side of the pool about 7pm, after we had eaten the wonderful Spanish chicken and salad Maria had left for us."You need a job." he stated dramatically, "And I know just the place. C'mon, let's go..."He jumped up with far more energy than a man of his age had the right to have, and dragged me out to the car before. ”"I set up to meet tomorrow at 10pm at the same place.” It was 8pm, I put on a very short tight dress, a thong, a see through blouse, no bra, thigh high stockings and pumps. I went to my drawer and took out the warming cream for the pussy and a tube of lubricant for my asshole. I put everything in Rick’s pocket. I told him about it so that he could give them to the guys. We stopped at a local bar and I had a couple vodkas on the rocks. I asked Rick if he brought some joints and said he did. I.