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I agreed and we made our way North. After about a half hour of driving, we pulled into the motel mother told me about. I went in and paid for two adjoining rooms and we were soon parked and unloading. I needed two rooms to have enough beds for everyone to sleep, but we gathered in my room to talk. We'd passed a McDonald's on the way in, so I sent Bonnie out to buy us all some food. I was dead on my feet, but I was also starving and I wanted some time with my family to decompress and bring everyone up to speed. "I suppose you want to know why I gave you up for adoption?" My mother reservedly asked, once the four of us were alone and calmed down. "I have my suspicions why." I answered, "I'm guessing it had to do with the bed same reason Uncle Bill was forced to move away?" I asked. As you could imagine, it's not easy to broach the subject of incest and dom/sub relations to someone you're intimate with, let alone, complete strangers or worse, family. I was operating under the notion that dominance and submission could be hereditary and that my father lick sent Bill and I away for the same reasons my women and I decided to give up any sons for adoption and train our daughters to serve. However, that was only speculation and while Bill and I were similar, as were Bonnie and Audrey, and the fact my girls all shared similar views about incest, that didn't mean my family would. I had just found them after all this time and I didn't want to be disowned because I said the wrong thing. So I decided to hint to my mother that I knew why Bill was forced to move away and hope she picked up on it. "Yes, it can be difficult raising couple boys." She bedroom said cryptically, "But that doesn't mean I didn't love you or want you." "But," I interjected, "We can sometimes clash with our bigtits fathers, challenge them, if you will, and disrupt his happy home, his leadership?" I asked, passing my own cryptic message back to her. "Yes." She smiled warmly, "That's precisely it." "So where is father?" I asked. "He passed about five years ago." She lamented. "And you've been on your own since then?" I asked, rising to my feet. "Yes." She answered, lowering her head. "It's desi difficult without a head of the household, I take it?" I took a step toward her. "Quite." "Maheshhh....oooohhhh... fuck me! Fuck me hard! I told her it was a totally new experience for me because I’d rarely had even a third date with anyone before you. ‘No. I’m...sure.’ We sit bed down on the couch. How could I face Shelby again, what should I say, should I say anything? He pulled away and I felt myself lifting my head slightly. Michael desi waited a few more moments and couple then pushed the button on the remote. "But maybe our brown-haired bigtits slut is jealous. It bedroom falls past her ass and is lighter than Abigail’s which is curly and stops halfway down her back. The reason we were up so early lick was because of the snowstorm outside.