My dad’s dad died in the War.”Helena thought on that.“Tell me more about him.” She said. “Your father’s dad.”“That’s all I know.” ...Tad answered. “Dad doesn’t like to talk about him. ‘He died in the War’ is the most he’ll say. He might’ve beat him and grandma. She died before I was born.”“‘Doesn’t like to talk about him;’ present tense. So, Dad’s still alive?”“Yeah. They live in Wichita.”“Mom too? Do you talk to them?”“Yeah.”“Don’t tell them we talked. Or anyone else.” Helena commanded. “Now, I’d. With a raspy, desirous voice, I tell you, ‘Baby, I want you to make love to me on a bed of roses,’ and you slowly lay me down on the bed. The feel of your body against my gown is a very exciting feeling for both of us. I can feel the hardness of your dick rubbing against my thigh. With my arms wrapped around you, I pull you closer to me and your head drops to my breast again…right where you left off. ‘I want you to touch me. Please baby…. Touch me and feel the fire that’s burning inside of. Then Samuel and his family vanished. To this day, no one has any idea what became of them. Out of all of the priest that the village has had, Samuel is the only one that never impregnated a single one of his relatives. He only impregnated other women. No more about Ben and his twisted tales, this story is about me and my incestuous adventure into woman hood. From how I lost my virginity to how I found my true love. My mother, Tyra, died giving birth to me at the age of 25. I was her only. I think he is in love. How do you feel about him?”“You don’t let up, do you? I ... may have some ... motherly feelings for him.”Jenn and I both chuckled at that.Ally said, “So that kiss between the two of you at the door was a mother son kiss?”Shaking her head, Isabel said, “Even I don’t think that was a mother son kiss, unless mothers and sons are lovers ... which is kind of creepy when you think about it.”“Let’s sing some songs,” I said.“Goodie,” Izzy said getting off Katherine’s lap. I got a.