Oh, no smoking in the house,” I said. “You can go outside.”“We won’t smoke in the house,” Clair said.“Let’s start unloading the truck ...nd trailer. It’s getting late,” I said.“Late? It isn’t even nine o’clock yet,” Tim said.“I know, but we go to bed early. We get up early too,” Rob said.We all went to the garage. Rob and I began unloading the back of the truck, handing the things to Tim. The girls carried the suitcases to the rooms were they belonged. I opened the door to the gun room. Rob and I. I got home that night and bought batteries for mums old toys, and yes I used them, long before a man's cock was there, even dad knew I was using them, because when I did, the TV fucked up, the noise lines on top of the screen told daddy I was masturbating, and then he told me what he knew.By then I had the mouth of a cheap whore, and it was weeks before my thirteen birthday.It was a Saturday morning and I got up and went into the kitchen, to find daddy sitting in his underpants only reading the. I play as if I were playing to her, wanting her to lose herself in her dancing as if nobody were watching. Her vision is the manifestation of my passions. With my eyes closed, I play my soul out and the guitar vibrates against my body, stimulating every nerve throughout me. I hear the metal click from the gate and my eyes jump open. I turn over my shoulder to see a smiling woman walking into the yard. She moves as if her feet aren’t touching the ground. She is absolutely stunning! With the. ” I looked straight into my mother’s brown eyes. Her eyes glow with an unfamiliar tint. She flashed an inviting smile, “You have certainly grown up ow you like women flashing navels…hah?” I felt hot talking about it to my mother. “Only you, Maa. You have a terrific navel. Why did you stop that?” I was trying to make her feel comfortable. “I have put on so much belly…and will it look good on a fifty year old woman?” Maa watched me curiously. “It will definitely suite you. You are not that fat,.