. he *is* cute..." Baby said, looking at Flower as they both smiled at each other."Baby..." I said, slightly annoyed, "You know this can't happen." I ...now, Master." Baby replied, with a more serious tone."Flower, you know that you will... eventually... be sold and leave here." I stated."Yes, Master," Flower replied, "I... I know." And it could be any time..." I continued."Yes... Master," she answered, "but I thought... I thought it would be, I mean..."I looked at Baby, trying to decide if we. That little girl had surely run my poor ass ragged. I was more tired than I thought one man could be. In essence, I passed out. Sometime around ten o’clock I was jarred awake by light streaming through the crack in the doorway. Janet was standing there. She was a vision of raw sexual pleasure on legs. She wore some kind of a lacy gown and against the light, her silhouette immediately started my cock to stiffen. I could see every curve of her sensuous body. Her breasts were also visible as. Now that Richie was old enough to get around on his own, he had been sleeping with my parents for about a month, and he was the only one who wore anything to bed, for we couldn't trust him to stay dry overnight just yet.What I'm leading up to is, that Thursday night, Richie was being a brat again and wasn't going to go to bed unless we all went with him. Never before in my life had I shared a bed with my father, and yet I don't know why we were so apprehensive about it. Once Richie was curled. For two and a half years he had locked himself up in his little studio behind his house staring at his wide plain canvas all night and day, neither going out to see his numerous friends nor wishing to be seen or heard from by them or by well wishers or even his family … except for his Cheshire cat, Thom. He never came out much during this time – except for crossing the street during the evenings towards the roadside sellers to buy cooked food, oranges and kola nuts. During this time he seldom.