Hawley wanted to see them, and still be able to watch this young woman at the same time. Already, he knew she was going to finger her pussy as she wat...hed and listened.He heard the man’s deep voice as he asked, “Jan, did you shave your pussy like I told you?”“Yes Sir.”“Take your skirt off and show me your pussy. You love showing me your pussy, don’t you?”“Yes Sir.”“Have you ever let your daddy see your pussy?”“No Sir. Only you have seen my pussy, Uncle Dan.”Hawley looked down at the young woman. Maybe we left it on my wife’s side so I opened her nightstand only to find a journal. I had no idea Marge was keeping a diary and I was more than a little intrigued. I decided to put off masturbating and peek at what my wife had to say. I flipped through only to see that she tracked her periods and other activities pertinent to everyday life. Then I came to a page titled Romance written in large letters and then a line struck though it. ROMANCE: What a joke, what kind of romance can I expect. You could get away with everything with her, if you just appeared rueful. “No way,” I told her. “Let’s see what the Mother can dish out.” “I don’t understand you,” she whispered. “I’m sorry.” She took my hand and wrapped a wide leather strap that was attached to a rough hemp rope around my wrist and buckled it tight. I thought I recognized a hint of flush on her cheeks - something I promised myself to check back on. My other hand was bound too, then both legs. “Please reconsider,” Margaret. “Whoa,” Brie exclaimed. “I can see you ARE a big boy now! VERY NICE!”Danny started to pull his shorts back up. Dani said,”Hold on Tiger! We're not through looking. Turn around so we can see your butt!”His confidence improved, he said,”Dani, it's your turn to show something!”Dani thought her strategy of diverting Danny's attention might be working a little too well, so She stood and in one motion, pulled down the skirt AND her panties and kicked them out in front of her. She stood there for.