It was Sasha’s fault if she didn’t get that. Fucking moms! They don’t listen.“Frieda,” Sasha said, taking a heavy breath. “You never were ...ne to date and you don’t know what these emotions are going to do to you. You’re an adult, I can’t make you do anything, but I’m not going to stop worrying about your wild behavior. If only you’d been more like your father.”“God I hope not,” Frieda scoffed. “I want to be with Owen forever!”“You always do at your age.” Sasha’s voice finally showed some. She even thought about telling him the truth, at one point, but went back to other threads of thought when she imagined what he’d say and do.In the end, it was something else entirely that rearranged Jonas’ plans.It was an evening, cool for once, and almost dark when Buckshot stood up from where he was reading by lamp light and said, “Horse coming.” Molly was in the kitchen trying to get a Dutch oven clean that had been soaking all day, and the children were in their rooms. Jonas was dozing in. Usual. Nothing to worry about. Those few who did know - who had gathered, and planned, and bought, and organised - weren't saying anything either. It'd be nice to think, looking back, that this was because they were worried they'd be found out, their efforts stamped out, their leaders cursing as they were dragged away in handcuffs to cells that would never be opened. Or simply dismissed, ranting and raving like loons as all their frantic scribbles and diagrams came to nothing. Maybe they were. I went over to her and put my hand on her stomach, caressing her lovely chubby tummy."Wow! You sure have a great stomach" My hand wouldn't stop, it just kept on rubbing. I could see the top of her brown pubes a fraction above the top of her shorts. My dick felt like it was about to rip my shorts off."Ummm James, are you allowed to do that?" She said, I thought I could see her nipples hardening through her shirt. "Yes of course I am. Would you like to see mine, you can touch me if you like?" The.