Then on the morning of April 2nd 1917 Mark was plowing the field behind the very stubborn family mule named Mabel when he had an epiphany."I love Mary...Beth and I want to spend the rest of my life with her. Yes her father hates my guts but I love her."That evening over supper he talked it over with his grandparents, Midway through their evening meal Mark got his thoughts gathered then he began to speak."Grandma and Grandpa as you know I have been dating Marybeth for the last two years and I have. My eyes were feasting on his massive hardness pulsating between his fingers. Jonny penis was long and thick looking, the purple head of his cock appeared like a big mushroom. His pubic hair was thick and dark and his balls seemed large and heavy hanging between his thighs. A rush went through my body - this was the first cock I had seen since my husband's death. My fingers automatically moved between my thighs. I was wet, very wet down there. My legs were trembling with excitement. My fingers. What's important is that you don't give up your virginity to somebody that doesn't love you." I said"That can be hard to figure out. But we trust you girls and love you very much. Do you have any questions?" My wife said.Jenny raised her hand."Are blowjobs and handjobs the same as having sex?"Liza elbowed her. "Don't ask things like that to mom and dad!"I interjected "It's okay, Liza. It's a good question. Jenny, I would much prefer that you did those things than have sex, but you don't want to. She moved to the foot of the bedand activated a foot peddle. This was a "full service" establishment setup to provide a wide variety of fetish scenarios far more in depth thanthe games that Cassie and I usually played and now I was finding thatout. I heard a loud "swish" and then a "click-click-click" as the wristand ankle straps slid through some type of adjusting mechanism under thebed then felt the chains pull as my arms and legs were quickly yankedtight! She worked the straps tighter still.