“Bob turned out to be my father,” Tiffanie said. “The few years I worked for him, we slept together quite a bit. When I saw Diane and Elliot on the back porch, I turned to Bob, renewing our affair for several months. That is, until he sent this, telling me he was my father.”
Tom looked through letters and other documents proving his mother’s statement. “I went back to him a couple weeks before he passed away. We made love again. I, of course, knew he was my father. Perhaps incest is in my nature; in my blood.”
“I guess it’s in mine too,” Tom said. Xxx “On cloud nine. It was short and sweet. Dan didn’t last long, but I didn’t care. He’s my honey,” Stephanie answered. “Sex with him is better than sex with all the black – ”
“Cocks in the world?” Tiffanie giggled.
