I start to protest and mention going into the house; but you tell me to undress if I want to be able to wear that outfit again. I lift off my top and ...rop my skirt to the floor. Now I am just in my bra and panties. I pause hoping you like my new bra and lacy panties from Victoria’s Secret. I knew you had already gotten a glimpse of the panties and how they barely covered my ass cheeks when you had been spanking me.As I paused you say, “All of it. Unless you want me to help? Which I know you. “Do they do this a lot?” I asked them.“Only after dad left,” said Katie the ten year old. She a cute blonde haired blue eyed kid. “You two get your asses back in here,” said their mother. She was blonde haired like her youngest three daughters. The oldest was brunette. The woman looked at me and gave me a smile. “Hi.” She was obviously just trying to be friendly. It was my third week at the duplex. I recently learned that the halves were separated by a door in the basement. It was also where. Just then, Lorna's father showed up, asking to see the bastard that got his little baby pregnant, but upon seeing Isaac and misinterpreting, he lunged at the youngster, saying, "You little fuckin' n... ," but he was cut off by the suit, who told him this was the man that SAVED Lorna. Doug was being arraigned at that very moment for the statutory rape to begin with, since Lorna was the same fourteen as Isaac, and in a state where the age of consent is sixteen.Changing his tune, but not. All of us got a bunch of exercise cutting up dead wood into wood stove length pieces and carrying them to the hydraulic splitter. I had replaced the gasoline engine with an electric motor. The splitter reduced logs to smaller pieces, usually either quarters or eights splits so the wood pieces were small enough to burn efficiently in a wood stove. After splitting, the firewood had to be carried to the storage area.We wanted to have a big river stone fireplace so we could have fires for.