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Thanks to all those readers who have asked for more chapters in this series. I never thought of writing a series but because you have continuously asked for more from this story, I have done my best to comply. We all live multi-faceted lives (I don't have time to write but once or twice every other week) but I will try to write new chapters and follow-ups to my other stories too. Thanks again to all those readers who have emailed with kudos, I live and write for them. For those who write saying they don't like something, thanks too but only when it is constructive criticism. I'm learning to be a better writer. That being said, lets move on to Jenny and her pretty mouth.

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Continued from chapter 3... Shocked that she slapped him again and again, Albert was surprised that his sister had discovered his sinister plan to hypnotize her and his mother for sex so soon. She was savvy but obviously underestimating her, he didn't give her credit for the intelligence she had to see through his ruse. He figured that it would be a while before his mother and/or his sister suspected that they had been hypnotized.

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Finally, I was finished. I had been working in my new yard for over a week, trimming bushes and pruning trees, clearing and planting flower beds, cleaning up the little stream and grotto that was hidden from the house. The grotto will be a great place to escape if I ever get the time. I had hired out the pool work. I wanted to use it this decade. The remodeling that had to be done would be enough of a challenge for me. I had fallen in love with this old farmhouse.

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Technology is a wonderful thing. It has created an entire virtual world of passionate sexual activity. I have indulged this new and thrilling virtual existence in many ways. I just never dreamed it might include my mother. I married and was quickly left by a girl I met straight out of college. She was cute but a bit flighty.

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We texted back and forth the next day, and the day after that. I was like we were afraid to Skype again, for fear of, ... I don't know what. Afraid it would happen again? Not really, I wished it would. Afraid that she would be forever freaked out, once she had come back to reality? Very!

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Officer Christopher Milling took his job very seriously. He was a young 24 years old, he worked out everyday, ate healthy, and he wanted to make a difference. Despite of, or because, of his white trash upbringing. No one had ever encouraged him to be anything more than trailer trash, except his sister, Anna.

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This is the stand alone sequel to Cross-country Road Trip which I would ask that you read first, but it really isn't all that necessary. ************************************************* We were married almost immediately after our cross-country road trip was over. I called my oldest daughter and she and her husband joined your two children and their spouses for the ceremony which really was a simple affair. We dressed in our finery--you in a medium length white dress with a lot of lace and me in my Highland formal wear including my Prince Charlie jacket with its vest--but we did do without the fancy wedding with all the guests.

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I was just 24 and on my first job. This was in Delhi, while the rest of my family still lived in Panjab. My father had a small house where I stayed. One day my father called. "Renu and her friend will be coming to Delhi for about a couple of weeks on a short course. Put them up and look after them well." Renu was a cousin, one I liked as she was not riotous. She was very respectful towards me as younger cousins are expected to be in India.

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This story has only marginally incestuous themes although it involves a naked voyeuristic grandfather and his bi-sexual granddaughter in the same bed. *** When 68 year old Edgar Whitney went over to put in his daughter's storm windows for the winter, he thought he was going just to do his daughter a favor. After Anne's husband took off for greener pastures a couple years ago and pretty much disappeared from his wife and daughter's lives save the occasional support check, Edgar had tried to help out around the house whenever he could.

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I have this experience to blame (or thank) for all the many years of sexual deviance that followed. But first, a little bit of background. Like a lot of kids, the moment I turned eighteen, I left home. Only I didn't have college to go to, but a job designing web pages 1,500 miles from where I grew up in Texas. So I packed up and headed to Maryland, where I had already arranged to rent a cheap one bedroom apartment and start my new life.

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