Blame it on dance

little grin. But as I watched a saw her change. “Oh my god, oh my god” she exclaimed “what have I done? Get Out! Please get out Tony” she ordered as she jumped up pulling her clothes tightly to he

aron. Poor Sharon. She really was the innocent party and had no idea why I changed so suddenly. She is a good person and I do need to make it up to her somehow. Then again, she will want to know what happened and I don’t think saying “Oh it wasn’t you’re fault, I just had s-x with my aunt and fell in lust,” would be very helpful. Maybe one day I could just send her some flowers out of the blue. Mmmm, probably not. The news must have spread amongst the family because my sister Kate also pried herself away from her husband to drop in and see me — something that never happens. I really don’t remember much of her visit except it was one Saturday morning after I had been to war with Jack Daniels. I lost. When I finally came to my senses it was late afternoon and I was laying naked on my bed and wet from head to foot. As much as I try, I cannot recall what happened, but it took a week for my bed to dry out properly. Now here I was, three months later, in the back of mum and dads car on the way to hospital to see Aunt Jane after the birth of her son. Yes, AJ was six months pregnant on that fateful afternoon. I remember thinking at the time that her ‘baby bump’ only added to the sexiness of the woman that she i

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