. just got my DNA test back. Father ... Mother ... who am I, really? It is clear that ... how do I put this, Mother is my mother for sure, but Father ...... did not ... sire me at all. Why is that?” Elisabeth confronted her parents now.“I am ... sterile now, daughter, because of my own choices. See? I have no testicles, no balls. I castrated myself. So, yes, I have known from the outset that another man bred your mother with you. It was quite deliberate, and yes, I opted to raise you as my own.. I came off heavily on his face, coating his lips and chin in my wet fanny juice. After he had finished lapping up my juices we began to fuck in earnest.I sat with my legs spread wide, my stockings taut against my legs and my high heels still on. Tony pulled my arse forward to the edge of the settee cushion, and he slowly began to nudge the tip of his cock against my wet pussy lips. He then teased my cunt hole for a while, sliding his prick up and down the length of my pussy.My clit was bursting. I turned back to Mr. Winnelson who had watched what had happened, but who appeared undecided if he should have helped Mrs. Sharpe or not.“I hope that you will remember what I told Mrs. Sharpe when any of our Clan members or employees come in here to purchase things,” I told him before turning back to Grace who also had a quizzical expression on her face.“Do you have what you came for?” I asked her.“I think so. I don’t know if I can remember everything on the list though,” she told me.“Don’t. Wish I could have married her, instead of my best friend marrying her.My great Uncle who was owner of a radio station in Pine Bluff put the two girls up in a hotel and I stayed at his house. We visited the State Capitol and took lots of pictures. Also went to the radio station one night and took pictures like we were performing. I didn't get any sex on that trip, but we made up for it when we got back to Houston. I only saw my Uncle one more time before he died, when he visited Houston a few.