I don’t know anything about Jason. She always told me she was going to see her aunt Harriet. I found out that Harriet died and was wondered where sh...e was going so I followed her. I don’t know anything about Jason except that she mentions him in her sleep sometimes.’ There was an awkward silence. Robert felt obligated to explain. ‘Terry, it is not in our place to tell you about Jason. We were under the impression that Jessica had told you everything. She said she was afraid to mention it to you. Without even thinking, I stepped intothem, still transfixed by the image in the mirror. I didn't lookridiculous at all - I was a beautiful woman.Pat pointed at the front of my skirt, and she laughed, "I thinkshe's enjoying this!" In truth, I was - the feeling of thesesilky things was exciting me, as was the sight of my feminineface. Pat stroked me through the skirt, saying, "This will neverdo; I'll have to make this go away!" She knelt down in front ofme, raised my skirt and lowered the. I did so and my dick was pointing at her tits. She reached up and grabbed me and started working on me again. "Play with both my tits" she said. I placed my hands on them and started kneading them. I squeezed her nipples and then she said, "Harder, squeeze them harder". She was working my cock furiously and now I was beyond the point of any control. I was squeezing the shit out of her tits and fucking her hand like it was the last thing I was ever going to do. "Kathy....Kathy...I'm going to. “Sure you do, come over and suck on his cock for me.”Wendy looked at Dan. “We’re a very close family as you’re able to gather, and you can be part of it if you wish,” he responded. “Go ahead, its okay.”She came over and looked at Karen, then down at Brad’s cock. “I’m fucking my son and you can too if you want sometimes,” she offered.Wendy hesitated. “Isn’t that incest?”“Sure it is. Oh come on now, you can’t tell me that you haven’t thought the odd time of fucking your own son?”“I have actually.