"Daddy," Dana said finally, "we're not sure. Not really. Nan hasn't put her mouth on your... prick, yet, and you haven't put it in my behind. The only...thing you've done to both of us is... fuck us. We don't know about the other stuff." We do like the fucking part though, Uncle Ken," Nancy said. "We really don't know how to, but we like it." I see. And you went over all this in the short time I was out?" Uh huh." Dana looked at her father plaintively. "What do you think, Daddy? Will you stay if. Unless... "You bitch!" he screamed."You made my impotent?"Gabrielle chuckled, glancing down again at his crotch. "Oh, I thinkyou?ll be quite fertile when this is done. Though as for why your dickisn?t responding..." Her lips pulled back into a grimace. "Well. Let?sjust hope this is the last time I have to touch one of these." Shegrimaced, and then reached between Marcus?s legs to grip the limp meatand the nutsack beneath it.There was no sensation at all, for a moment, and Marcus worried what. ” Emma turned and glanced at her mum, still standing with her hands on her head, biting her lip, looking concerned, anxious even. Emma felt a pang of conscious, aware her mum was about to be disciplined and it was really her fault. She was about to plead for her mum, but when she turned back to Mrs. Denver she saw the Headmistress looked in no mood for a discussion. Emma quickly walked to the door and left the Study. Outside, Emma went to Charlotte Thomson’s desk and waited for the Secretary. My son was talking with a group of people. Three were friends of mine... In their fifties, married for many years. There were a couple of young people, too. Anyway, he and one of the old guys were gabbing about my well being... As if I couldn't exist by myself. My son just finished stating that maybe "they" ought to inform the brothels, over in Nye county, that I was a widower now.His mother had just passed away... Less than six months ago... My mate of thirty years or so. He was twenty-two and.