The...hell...is...GOING ON HERE?!"It was time for me to speak."You see Emerson, or shall I say, Emily. We have had it up to here withyour woman bashin... ways. We felt that it was about time that youexperienced sex through the eyes of a woman. Oh and by the way, we havetaken photos of you the entire time. In fact, the last one we took was ofyour open mouth, looking like it was eagerly accepting a penis to enteryour mouth. We will hack onto your sight and place every photo on theirfor the world to. She always seemed to be attaching herself to one or the other of them. Until she made friends with Liz Macklin that is. Elizabeth and her family lived three doors down. The whole family seemed to think they were better than anyone else in the neighborhood and acted like it. Liz never joined any of the neighborhood kids in the games we played, never accepted any invitations to this party or that gathering, and never invited any of us to hers. She wouldn't even come swimming at the beach if any. We ended up with literally a mansion and a compound of four full sized houses. The eight stall garage had room for our Escalade SUV, my BMW and Cathy's Mercedes. Oh yeah, we also stored our boat in there too. I mean gosh, if you live on a 600 acre lake you just HAVE to own a boat. PS: and a camper too.Cathy and I were sitting down watching some show on TV that I don't even remember one evening, when she dropped a bombshell squarely in my lap. She casually mentioned that she wanted to have a. Sandie was now crying also, being comforted by her mother. “What do you say we get up have breakfast and then I want to see first hand what your Dad has been teaching you” Joan said climbing out of bed. Breakfast over we returned to our master bedroom. Joan took over; she was like a movie director telling everyone what their positions should be. I was to get the girls ready. The girls were told to get on the bed. Joan sat on the dressing table chair; she said she wanted the freedom to move.