She was then 8 years old, completely innocent. I don't believe she understood what the naked and sweating parents were doing on the bed in the early a...fternoon, and neither did she care. She just said, "Mom, I need some money to buy ice cream for me and Irene. Hurry, she is waiting downstairs. Mom gave her money, but before she had left, Annette saw us under the table, just briefly. She said "Hi" and left. Luckily, mom understood that as a "Bye" rather than a "Hi"!But then, they went on, no. I now stand behind her and touch her shoulders and run my fingers down through her silky hair. She arches back and I grab her shirt and slip it off over her shoulders. Slowly I unhook her bra and release her beautiful full breasts. Standing behind her, letting her feel my warm breath on her neck, I take my strong hands and I softly cup her big matinee melons, just slowly touching, lifting, and feeling the very weight of them. She coos in pleasure arching even further back turns her head to suck. "Simeone? Simeone? Wake up lazy bones! Come on, I've got something urgent I need to speak to you about."The sound of grumbling told him that Simeone had heard and was dragging himself out of bed and minutes later he appeared."What time is it?" groaned Simeone."Never mind that. Listen, something has occurred to me. You know we all have inherited memories when we're born? I have it in my head that there's a procedure for continually topping up our DNA so that we can pass on each new development. "Nice. I bought some wine today, too -- but we'll open yours. It's nicer than what I bought. I'll put it in the fridge to give it a bit of a chill while we wait for our pizza to arrive." He faced her and opened his arms to her. "How are you doing?"She fell into them and he embraced her. "I am scared shitless," she replied. "Look at my neck." We don't have to go through with this, Molly." We'd face it sooner or later, Ben. I don't want it hanging over us. I want to know."He nodded. "I suppose.