"What do you mean," she asked confused. He just shook his head and didn't answer as he pulled the car into the parking space in front of him. She didn...'t press him for answers, she just hopped out of the car and followed him down a couple of blocks to the jewelry store. They walked in a comfortable silence, her snuggled against him his arm across her shoulders and her large bag of jewelry boxes slung over his shoulder. The bag had the stylized 'S' that Abigail had marked her jewelry with. When. " No jealousy problems?"I shrugged. "I have some questions, but they can wait. They aren't about specific people," I added when I saw her face. "They can wait for a day or two."She looked a little puzzled, but nodded. "We'll talk after we get home."Krys sat down opposite us, her plate only half-full, which was almost an insult to the jambalaya and brisket. She likes that anorexic model image, the half-starved waif. I like having a few more curves, mostly because they're well placed."Did you. Sara eased her slippery finger out and replaced it with her tongue, sliding it in probingly until her daughter's anxiously greeted it, the two twining together in a deep mother-daughter kiss as the two men watched, getting immensely turned on.Sara pulled away with a gasp, feeling Cindy melting beneath her torrid kiss. She moved them together toward Brad, who had his dick in his hand, Cindy's having fallen away during the hot kiss with her mother. Sara kissed Brad, searching for his twirling. He was heavy, but I didn’t complain.Then, Mandy said, “OK, you 2 love birds. We need to get back on the road and to the mall. Others are meeting us there and we don’t want Tammy and Tommy seeing us with you Uncle Bill. You’ll have to drop us off somewhere so they don’t see you.”“Yes, that is a good idea. I wouldn’t want my kids knowing I fucked their cousin, even though I would love to fuck my daughter too.” Bill said.Then Mandy said, “Well, maybe we can figure out how that can happen someday..