I got washed in the kitchen sink while Mrs. Cooper made some instant coffee for us both.‘I must thank you properly.. What’s your name again?’ Sh... asked. ‘It’s George. George MacKay.’ I told her. ‘Well George. This is for you.’ She said and lean forward and kissed me on the cheek. ‘Your my saviour, George.’ She then kissed me again this time of the lips, hard and long, her arms went round me and she pressed her body against mine and pinned me to the kitchen sink. Her tongue wormed its way into. My brother and soul mate Tom and our father covered my girl's face nose and her eyes with their enormous spurts. They all looked at Jane expectantly. Tradition was that if any woman in the family was pregnant she had the honour of shitting on the initiated child and that would be the feast for rest of the women to clean along with the cum. Men, by the time women finished cleaning the initiated, would by then have full bladders.Jane was trembling with undiluted pleasure and anticipation. She had. “Pity you are not older, or you could watch us fuck after we eat the meal you delivered,” she teases as she lets them out.“Like that little performance baby? I gave three men an erection.”“You really are something, a very sexy and exciting woman.“And the way you say the word fuck has a delicious inflection to it.”“Help me put my negligee back on and we will eat dinner.“Oysters, smoked salmon entrée, then lobster washed down by French champagne, is that to your taste?”“You chose very well, and I. "She's a nice kid though, she did the job you are doing last summer...never complained about the work." Since Bob's revelation I'd been studying Dale as she yet again passed us on the near turn. She did look like a boy from a distance. She had a short hair cut in a wedge or maybe a "pageboy" I don't know what women call the style. She was very slender, but had strong legs. She didn't have any chest whatsoever. Her face was plain looking with dark eyebrows that were a little on.