M. young lady and I don't want to hear another word from you on the subject." Yes grandfather," my sister agreed meekly.Later, after we'd finished eat...ng and talking, as the family were getting ready to go our merry ways, Abby gave me a quick, light hug, then whispered in my ear, "I'll come later ... I want to talk to mom for a while."I went upstairs alone, showered. Stroked myself slowly as the warm water cascaded over my body. Wondered about Abby's touch ... wondered why she'd done it. We'd. I feel… a hand… on my dick. ‘Here’s your dick, Baby.’ My eyes are closed. I open them and Lindsay is not but an inch from me, her nose at my nose. Her eyes search mine. She’s holding my dick in her hand, tugging on it. She takes it in both her hands. Holding the shaft with one, she licks the inside of her other hand, then circles my head with her saliva soaked palm. Your dick is where it’s always been,’ she whispers in my ear with heavy breath, ‘right in the palm of my hands’. Her hands are. He had refused to stop after they identified themselves as the Crown’s troops and was hurt from falling when they shot his horse out from under him. When he refused to talk, I had my men strip him and tie him so he was hanging horizontally from both feet and both arms about seven feet off the ground. I tied a hemp bowstring (I sure wasn’t going to waste a silk one on him) tightly around his cock and balls, then tied it to a fair-sized rock and let the rock drop. My men cringed as he shrieked. Like Dean was. He was flabbergasted and his eyes were locked on her cleavage.I rolled my eyes and gave Dean a nudge before replying to the woman.“At any other time, I would love to watch my buddy make a fool of himself over a pretty lady, but we aren’t lost, just waiting for our dates.” I told her, grinning to show I appreciated the humor of the situation.She looked surprised, but not at how Dean had reacted. She was looking at me, a speculative look in her eyes.“But not you, huh? Not a breast.