“I’m here to make the portraits.”“You are?”“Didn’t they tell you?” she asked, surprised. “I talked to your mother on the phone.”�...Nobody said a word,” he said. “Let’s go find out.”In fact, the girls had been excited all day, and Bobby had noticed that, but he hadn’t explored it. One or the other of them was always excited about something or other. He’d been busy all day getting things ready for winter. He’d tuned up the tractor, which, while it wasn’t used for farming any longer, was still. John looks at her with some apprehension, eyes wide head up looking down.She grabs his cock and then applies a warm wet cloth and then some lather and then starts to shave him. AHHHHHHHHH man your pulling hair in the wrong place, you better not cut anything. Very slowly and carefully she shaves his pubic area and then the shaft. Oh that feels good yes, your hand on my cock. Oh and the warm feel yes. She is bending over and John can see down her top, she is not wearing bra and the nice. " OK. Meanwhile, why don't you go take a nap?"I did so, falling asleep quickly. I was awakened some time later by screaming from the kitchen, Mommy's voice shrill and insistent, Daddy's loud and angry. I put my head under the covers, but I didn't fall back asleep until the screaming ended with a slammed door. When I finally got up, I found Mommy in the kitchen, her head on the table, crying. She was using words I had never heard before."Son of a bitch. Fucking no good bastard. Dirty. I gasped as I felt the jolt down between my legs. I tried to pretend sleep, afraid that I would disturb him in his own sleep but his hand again brushed against me. Now there was no pretending. His fingertips were scratching gently at my nipples, over my aching breasts. My blood pounded, I knew I was suddenly breathing more heavily. I knew he was awake and touching me in a way I'd never known. I was scared, really scared, but I didn't want him to stop.His hand drifted lower and found my maiden's.