“Not at all!” she answered. And she used an exclamation point in her answer. Damn! That was so hot! I decided to go with that flow. I hadn’t los...t her. Not yet. “I tend to be a bit blunt,” I wrote. “I try to be honest. I’m not shy either.” It’s out there now. Good. I like being honest, and I’ve told her. Warned her, perhaps? “I was kind of pleasantly surprised if I’m being completely honest,” came her reply. Pleasantly surprised. Surprised? Ah…slow and dense man’s brain at midnight starts to. "What do you mean?" I asked while I felt the blood drain from my head."Heather...you know I have been around enough to recognize your dad's voice! Not to mention his pickup truck." Stacy said as we walked toward the house."Oh god! Oh, please don't say anything! Daddy has no idea it was me!" I pleaded as I understood that she knew everything I had done."You really think he doesn't know that he has been fucking you? You were calling him Daddy while you two were going at it. By the way it was. .. OhMyGod!... OhMyGod!" Shhhhh. It's OK, Dear. You're safe. Just feed your little boy." How?... I mean, did I... ?" Don't you remember anything, Dear?" I... I remember both of you kneeling beside me. Then... I don't know. Did you bring me here?" It's more like you brought us here, Honey," and Jeanette described what had happened."Ohhhh! I feel so ashamed!" Ashamed of what, dear? That you've had a terrible time? That you needed some loving so desperately?" But he's your husband! And we're. I was skinny and except for puffy nipples, I was flat as a pancake still. So, I guess I was maybe fantasizing about going on a real date. Uncle Dave was kinda good looking, you know, for an older guy. And, he had messed around with my pussy for a few years now. He had not put his cock in me, but we played with each other as often as possible. I could hear Uncle Dave down the hallway in the living room talking to my mom. I came out of the bathroom wearing a light sundress and flip flops. I did.