I nodded, picked up my repast, and joined her. She complimented me on my choice of cheese. I offered her some and she accepted, then offered me a bit ...f pear from the Brittany coast. I found it delicious. I must say in looking back over many years, that lunch, in the soft spring air, the boats gliding by on the Seine with simple bread, cheese, and pears all washed down with a red country wine in the company of a delightful young woman was one of the most memorable meals I have had occasion to. ‘If you’ll follow me, I’ll show you the house. You’re a lot earlier than I was expecting. Mom thought you’d be here around five,’ Candice said, interrupting his thoughts. She looked up at him, noting he was several inches taller than her and broader in the shoulders than her father. He wasn’t old, like Bobby had suggested. He looked to be in his late twenties, or early thirties. Her parents were old. They were in their fifties. Ben Tarnish looked pretty damn hot no matter what his age. Ben. He told my sister to use her fingers to clean herself if she was alone.“What if she REALLY needs to use some toilet paper, Daddy?” Annabelle asked with a huge grin on her face. I assumed she envisioned a real mess between my sister’s ass cheeks.“There is no toilet paper out here in the yard. If your brother thinks it is necessary, she can use a leaf, but I want that buried and not just left on the ground for someone to step on. It is important for your sister to learn that her shit stinks like. You moan and sigh as I massage your clit and soon you are moving your hips against my hand as you start to feel the first of several small orgasms. Your orgasms continue to increase in intensity as I finger your tight pussy. Your juices drench my hand as your body shivers and shakes. Your moans and gasps become louder and soon you are trying to push my hand away.“No, no, little one. You aren’t finished until Papabear says you’re finished.”You can barely speak and just nod your head as your grip.