Adjusting herself to fit against him when his arm tucked beneath her and scooped against her shoulder, Emily smirked slightly. "It was a good thing they didn't know, too. Something our kids won't have to worry about, if they decide to take that path, like you and I did...<em>their</em>parents won't disown them." Chuckling along with him, Emily considered the possibility a little stronger, wondering if Peter and Abigail were attracted to each other, canoodling behind their backs, humping like animals in their beds.<br/><br/>She bit her lip at Andrew's question, tilting her face up to glance at his expression. It seemed like something he was keen on discussing with them. Yet, Emily had gotten used to this conversation leading nowhere positive. Every other time they attempted to tell anyone about it, despite their love for each other, despite their intention to marry each other, had always ended in a dire way. "I guess I've always thought that the time would come when we would have that conversation with them, but... maybe I was hoping it would be easier to figure out when the right time was, to talk about it all." Her cheeks burned at Andrew's accusation, eyes widening as she sat up slightly in the bed, splitting their bodies in an instant. "I do not... look at Peter," she tried to sound convincing, but it just was not working to her advantage. "So, does that mean you think about Abigail? Hm? Wonder if her tits are as firm as mine, or if her pussy is tighter?"