" Better. All right. First the horses, then the nudes, and those two kinds of erotica. All right?" Dad, we call the first group of erotica 'Erotics'. ...he second group we call 'Explicits'." Got it organized, eh? Okay, that makes sense. But first, the horses."Will, I really like the horses. They are beautifully drawn, your detail is excellent, the modeling is outstanding. I can see that you are learning some, but even the earliest of them is excellent. The one pastel you sent is really wonderful.. It was so simple, she realised, and at the same time complex inside her head. He stepped past her and into the shower, evidently not finished with her yet. She’d never had to wash her father before, but Sara crawled to the shower stall and kissed the top of her father’s feet softly. She felt full and satisfied and part of her hoped that had been the load that would impregnate her with her own little brother and son. She looked up at him and he held his dick in his fingers, smiling. When his. Do. Did." She let out a sigh, hand brushing back and forth against the smooth wall. "Darin. I ... well, I love him. Thought I loved. You know what I mean."He didn't but nodded anyway. At some point, she'd get to the point. Looking into his face, and obviously not seeing what she hoped, she changed subjects."Do you read comics, Justin?"Well, THAT came out of nowhere."Some..." I don't. Well, I've read some romance manga that friends showed me. They were OK, although the guys looked a bit too. “Sounds like a plan. What do we want to do during the daytime?”“What if we went to the Easter Show on Saturday?” I suggested.“Sounds good to me,” Fiona said. “Now, I don’t expect any of you to come with me, but I plan to go to Easter mass on Sunday, up at St. Michaels, on Longueville Road. I’m not a big church goer, but I like to go at Eastertime and Christmas, and maybe once a month. I go when you are off sailing.”“I’ll go with you,” Lisa said. “Mum and Dad will be going, with Desley. I think.