Sherry hadn't really noticed; she didn't care about mundane business details unless they affected her. She didn't even care about the money she made e...cept insofar as it let her do what she wanted. She gave a "so what" shrug and started to turn away.Dawg was uncharacteristically worried, and snapped at her. "It ain't just them outside. I found out that they're gonna try to do some kind of zoning shit, close us down!"That got Sherry's attention. "When?" This was the closest club to her house; if. It is very early and I go to the CR (that's the toilet to you) and pee. I get back into bed. Jake, dad, is still sleeping. His cock is semi-soft and he's sleeping on his side. This is going to be difficult. I touch his cock gently. It stirs, but he does not. I continue gently to touch his cock and it gets harder. But he's still on his side. I start touching on the "up" side and pull away so that my fingers are just up, on the side, from his cock on the front part of his hip. He moves a little. While we are doing nothing, I asked, why don’t I do some gardening and make that little Garden of Eden look more beautiful than it is.She went to her bedroom and returned with a women’s razor that she used on her legs and a pack of new blades. I asked for scissors too. I proceeded to cut her hair short to about a few millimeters and then asked if she had shaving cream and she went and got some from the cabinet in the bathroom that her husband uses. I lathered her pubic hair up and then we. "So what are you doing out here now, pumping my cock?" I'm eighteen years old and Daddy keeps me locked up at home, a prisoner, and runs off any boys who come around with his shotgun. I am never allowed out unless Daddy is with me. It's as if I have on this invisible chastity belt. I have feelings! I want to see boys! In fact, I do see a boy. I have to sneak out, like tonight, but I manage. The trouble is, the boy I have been meeting here in the barn is just that, a boy. We finally tried to "do.