Nor as the days passed did we talk about what we were doing. Or why we were doing it. Or that it was wrong. We didn't talk about my father. Or my sist...r. We didn't talk about the future. We just lived day to day.We made love. Yes love. We were no longer the animals of the first few nights as we settled into our lovemaking. Oh we still fucked. But we interspersed soft touches, gentle caresses with the urgent mauling. It got better. If that was possible. We were Adam and Eve in the Garden of. I wasn’t surprised when Karla asked “hey Ray I’ve seen you out running with that big cock swinging in your shorts. How big is it really? I laughed hysterically and thought of a great prank. I had brought my tool box to fix the lights, so I went and got my tape measure. I said “here, do you want to measure it? I was shocked when she replied “Yes, hand me that tape measure”.I pulled my shorts down and there was my flaccid cock which was only about six inches long because it wasn’t fully erect.. Finally, it came out. I was going to grab my clothes but one of them said no, you agreed to the whole thing. I protested that it should be enough, but they ganged up and did not relent. I took the pizza, and one of them passed me my drivers license and car keys. I opened the door, took a look around at the deserted parking lot, and ran to my car. The realization that you run half as fast barefoot dawned on me. Finally, I made it to the car. I sat as low as I could on the seat, turned the engine. The other boys d**g Popper's body down the way and buried it. Carol and I followed him up to the barn.The door of his office has a small window in it, so Carol looked in, and told me to wait outside. She was going to help Daddy. She has called hi that since she could talk. Her father is "DAD. My father is Daddy. Any how, I went outside, and she went in the office. He was on the couch, still crying, and she got down on the floor, beside him, and put her arm around him, with her head on his.