Proof of our incestuous love. “So, want to learn the sex of your child?” Dr. Wilson asked. I nodded, the tears building and building. My heart felt so squeezed. “You are having a daughter. Congratulations. She looks healthy. Development is right on track for 18 weeks.” As he talked, I just stared at the screen. Daddy's hand found my knee, blowjob squeezing me while Mommy held my hand. I could feel all three of us staring at the miracle. The third generation of daughters bred by Daddy. Melissa Young Later that day, I couldn't get the image of my granddaughter out of my mind. The 4d ultrasound was so much more realistic than the black and white ultrasound from nineteen years ago. It stayed with me after we left Dr. Wilson's office and muscle returned home. It was the same clinic I went to, though then the Dr. Wilson had been his mother. She'd handed over her practice to him when she retired. I had to get it out. I found it in my closet, sat on my bed, and stroked the white cover, a cherub face in the center. Trembling, I opened Avalon's baby book. The first thing in there was a picture of the ultrasound. My finger touched her image. She was so small back then, just growing inside of me. Tears burned gay in my eyes as I anal remembered that day, the pulse of the ultrasound, my nervousness as Daddy held my hand. Dr. Wilson had a big smile on her face as she moved around the ultrasound. She had been pregnant with Devin then, not stud that she was showing. She and my friend Jenny were both pregnant a month earlier than me, bred by James, the current Dr. Wilson. My finger caressed Avalon's figure, tracing her head and down to her little hand curled up before her. Mom pulled her pajama bottoms and panties down and sat on the bowl. Eloa said something in Spanish to gay the guys. “We will begin with the muscle women,” he said, pointing to the three ladies. She looked anal at the room from a eagle perspective. stud Lucy sat opposite the blowjob man and he was obviously struggling to keep focused. "Come on; it'll be okay. We’re going shopping.” “You recognized that I was Lance?” Brian remarked, tilting his skull helm. “M-m-mine forever.” Once I knew he could no longer see me, I couldn’t hide my smile.