Betsy went down on one knee, pulling my shorts and briefs down in a single pull, then allowed me to step out of them somewhat awkwardly.She stood back... up, clad only in that matching bra and panty set, eyeing my proud erection as it protruded directly forward as if it were cantilevered within me in a feat of human engineering.She tilted her head a little to the side, still staring at my cock as she walked around me and tossed the comforter off her bed, then laid down on her top sheet.“Come here. "I umm ... told her about how we used to stroke each other's backs when we were kids. Hope you don't mind."Mark shook his head. "Nothing to mind about. It was innocent fun. Nice fun too," he added with a gentle smile. "What was her reaction?" She said, 'You weren't the first, darling, I promise you.' and I blurted out, 'You and Uncle Bob?' And she nodded."Serena looked down at her hands again."Go on," said Mark. "That's not all, is it?"Serena shook her head but said nothing and her hands. Leaving her to rant without talking will shame her. Marianne, Tom will either need to be there or be available to take you away. Brad and I will stay and listen. That might get your dad to take control of the situation. He knows that this whole thing of hers is wrong."I said, "There is so much we can't control. Let's enjoy the rest of this week and meeting our relatives. I have totally enjoyed these two weeks and we have all had fun. I'm looking forward to tomorrow night."We moved away from. All of my "what if" fantasies were being brought to life, and no one could blame me for what was happening.I gulped for breath, pulling as much air as I could through my nose. Maurice saw that I was in distress and said that he'd pull the gag out if I promised to be quiet. I nodded my head in assent, and he ripped the gag off. My mouth now free, I couldn't help but grunt and whimper at the four inches of dick pulsating inside me. Bobby Joe was going slow. When he sensed my canal opening to him,.