Well, my Sundays are supposed to be my own.Oh well.My family actually skipped church. Mom and dad were hosting their annual Memorial Day party the nex... day. I had to do some cleaning up around the yard, and set up the volleyball poles and net for the party.At lunch, I got to catch some of the Indy 500 on TV. I missed the end of the race, but Rick Mears won his third Borg-Warner Trophy.Dad had plans for me in the afternoon. The weather had been nice this spring, so our first cutting of alfalfa. " Sharon, I understand duty. Marrying you will be a pleasure, not a duty. Once married, we will figure the rest out." Silas, I will marry you but it's not a rush. We have a lot to do and talk out." Sharon, it is a bit of a rush. I'm lying here with you doing and having done something that I would rake my children over the coals for doing. Besides, if you're married to me, there will be more impetus to work everything out." Silas, it's different!" I said nothing nor did I move. After a minute or. It was time to reel him in.“Daddy, do you think I’m sexy?” CJ asked one night as she served him dinner. She was leaning over and boldly displaying her 36-C tits.“Damn baby, I know I’m not supposed to think of you that way, but you’re a fucking sexy little bitch!” Brandon grunted.“Good! I’m glad you think of me that way Daddy, because I want you to fuck me. I know you like hot girls my age Daddy and I know you’re fucking some of my friends. I don’t mind Daddy, but I’m jealous … I want to be. He was furious with her. He didn’t know whether to believe her. “You should have told me.” He said quietly.“I was afraid.” Courtney said, her voice shaking. “Please, Dylan...”Dylan sighed as he looked at her, shaking his head. “You should never have gone over there.” His voice dropped.“Please believe me, Dylan!” Courtney pleaded, tears running down her cheeks. “Please! You have to believe me!” her voice was frantic as she looked him.Michael laughed as he watched the display between them..