Those few minutes with Tomand the girls in the morning quickly became the high point of my day.There was life and conversation in the kitchen and they...were usually ina hurry which gave me something to do, searching for lost shoes orstuffing books into backpacks. It was fun, except for the shrieking.Once the season had officially started Tom had withdrawn and couldn'tseem to think of anything besides work. Apparently the only thing thatcould break his concentration was that horrible sound and,. At first she resisted (natural reflex) but then she gave in and my finger slid right in. After a few minutes I inserted another, and then began to slowly pump them in and out .I asked her if she was OK with this and let me know if she wanted more. She said it felt strange but exciting at the same time. Then wanted to know if more meant my dick. I told her no and that I had another surprise for her, and to roll onto her belly. I grabbed a tube of good old' KY and really. “Sir, you'd be surprised just how different from the parties at my house.”A tingle rippled through me. He fucked girls. Lots of girls. “You look like a man with a question,” my father continued. “Spit it out. I'm not one for all that bullshit about beating around the bush.” He spoke like he was saying, “I'm not like those other politicians that try to fuck your daughter while picking your pocket.”“Gay marriage,” Clint said, which had me blinked. “What are your thoughts?”“That it was a shame. What is it called?"The young man looked at where she was pointing (although her other hand was firmly holding the skirt down), and said, "That's just the village. It's the only one around here." Great..." Kristen sighed."Um, well ok then." The young man was still blushing as he turned to go."Wait!" Kristen said, and she reached out to grab his arm. The moment she touched him she was suddenly overcome with a need to feel his dick... to hold it in her hand and put it in her mouth and suck on.