The white sheets draped over the smooth curve of my bum. The early morning sunlight is struggling its way through the blinds, but there is enough ligh... to see my exposed back. My face is turned away from you, but you can hear my slow steady breathing. You can’t resist the temptation and start kissing my back. From my lower back you peck your way slowly up over my spine. I stir a little in my sleep. Making your way back down again, you lift the sheet and throw it back, exposing my bum entirely.. It looked to be huge. At least the size of her father's magnificient prick. He came back into the room five minutes later and his hard on appeared to have gone down. He must have went to the bathroom and jerked off. Eve surmised.Eve was right. Charles had rushed to the downstairs bathroom to relieve himself. He had no sooner dropped his pants and boxers when his tortured cock exploded. He gripped it and stroked it as his juices spurted uncontrollably into the toilet bowl. He wiped the messy cum. I was on my bike and out the yard before she could change her mind. I’d had enough wood stackin’ for one day. Town was about 4 miles up the 2 lane gravel road and wasn’t nothin’ but a general store, a church and a little schoolhouse. I passed the school on the way and seen Miz Jean spoonin’ with some feller back behind the big oak. I reckon they thought nobody could see ’em, but I sure could and wheeled over in time to see him kissin’ the back of her neck, reachin’ around from behind to squeeze. She was happy that I was interested in her culture but would only verify what I had already found out.I tried to go in the restaurant when Sharon wasn't busy. She would sit down and talk to me for a few minutes. I looked forward to our short discussions. I was learning so much about the Amish communities and more and more about Sharon.I asked Sharon, "You don't have telephones?" Well, most New Order Amish do have phones in their homes. The rest manage to live without them. I am in the New Order.