"He smiled too, and warmly. "Not quite yet. But I'm for sure in 'like a whole lot' with you."She laughed, and so did he. Then, he lifted a finger in f...ont of her face, pointing downward, and moved it in small circles. "Turn around," he said softly. She did, turning to kneel on the seat with her back to the screen. Then she leaned to her right and found herself in his arms. She stretched her legs out on the seat and reclined against him, a little timidly. "Are you comfortable?" he asked. She. He was grinning as he walked back to his room and went to bed in his new town. The post master had Lester do the downtown route for his first few weeks, ‘Ms O’Reily is going on her honeymoon and it’ll let people get used to you and you can get to know the town,’ the Postmaster, Lynda Lust said, and handed him off to the flustering bride to be. Guadalupe O’Reily was neither Latin or Irish as far as Les could tell. She was a brunette in her forties, and best described as pleasantly plump if you. He just couldn't get his mind around it.Their supper meal was normal with the usual chatter from the kids and Marion about their activities of the day and their plans for tomorrow. Bill couldn't detect any difference in his wife, and yet he knew that she held a devastating secret that he would expose tonight. It was just a matter of when he would choose to talk to her. Finally, he decided he would do it after the children were in bed.A little after nine that evening, Bill walked into the living. I guess you know your fathers little secret, and I know yours," he said, motioning to the concealed dick inside Gary's pants. He looked down and saw it, and looked up again."Would you like to see it, dad?"His father smiled. "I think it's time we got a little closer. From now on, you shall refer to me as 'master'. If you want me to look at it, you shall do as I say."Gary looked at his fathers cock, and realized he had to have it, and smiled. "As you say, master. Kinky! I like it."Gary got off.