I guess,” she almost whispered.“Nah . . . I want you to call it a COCK . . . can you do that?” he insisted. She paused before answering. In the ...background her Daddy was now sporting a full grown erection, loving where the boy was taking this conversation. He began to ease his zipper down as he heard her continue. “Alright . . . I am looking at your cock . . . Mike. (Pause) Why must I call it that?” she asked.“Cuz it makes me so horny . . . hearing you say it.” Hearing this, Amy just blurted. Max Jameson.” I said.“Ah, I see now. No wonder he hasn’t called me in a couple months. May I speak with him, please?”“Just one moment…” Pressing a button on the phone, I transferred the call upstairs. Putting the receiver back in its place, I went upstairs to the entertainment room to retrieve the phone. I went down the hallway and knocked on Uncle Max’s door.“Uncle Max? You have a phone call.” I said and knocked again. Four knocks later, I wonder if he already went to sleep. When I was about. ”She did.“Do you believe that Beth’s mom fucked your dad?”“Yes!”“A lot?”“YES!”My blood was in a contest with itself to fill my cock as fast as it could. I felt Amy’s grip widen and her stroke action get a little more active.“You jealous?”“Yes.”Her eyes dropped away from mine.“Look at me.”She did.“Jealous?”“Yes!”“Do you believe I fucked my aunt when I was your age?”“YES!”“Jealous?”“YEEESSSS!!”“Kiss me.”Boy did she. You wanna rank kisses, put that one up at the top. Not just because it belongs. Lance, I'm so sorry." Wait - you slapped Dee?"Zoey nodded. "Today, before school."A chuckle escaped through Lance's sobs. "Bitch." I know, right."Zoey took Lance's hand and started gently caressing it. She looked downand saw the nail polish was gone. "You removed your nail polish." Yesterday. I don't know what to do. I, I'm not sure I can keep doingthis, Zoey." I'll support you in your decision. If you want to stop, you can. If youwant to keep going, I'll be in your corner. Lance, our.