Then i felt someones hand on my butt cheek. i looked down to see Marcus's hands, one was wrapped around his cock as he finished peeing and the other w...s on my butt cheek. he smiled at me and said "are you wearing panties and girl jeans. i quickly shook my head trying to denied it but he said "well i could see your pantie line all day through the jeans but don't worry i don't think anyone else noticed. also i noticed you were staring at my cock all day. do you like it?" my face turned beat red. So my father put her in a mental ward at the hospital. where she stayed for about two weeks and i remember it was in the spring of 1970 i think i was about 13 years old. my whole family is in our big green station wagon and my uncle was sitting in the front seat with my father. and my father just driving along and talking to my uncle and my father was swirling, weaving the car in the street and driving crazy in the street and my father was trying to drive the car in the parking lot of the. He locked his lips over one tit and then over the other as he made her moan in response. Then, knowing he was more than ready to fuck, Tom turned Samantha around so she was facing the couch where they'd just fucked, and he had her bend over the couch arm, making sure she was comfortable but also getting her into position so he could mount her and fuck her from behind doggy style. Tom loved to fuck from behind like that, and he already knew Sam loved it, too. Tom already knew from having done. By the time I went to university, therefore, I had seen my father and brothers’ penises in their flaccid and erect state and appreciated the difference between a mature man and a youth. Equally, the boys were comfortable with the difference between the ripe fullness of our mother’s bosom and our pert breasts. Touching was also allowed, and indeed we would often see our mother stroke father’s penis in a tenderly affectionate way, or our father come up behind her and cuddle her and caress her.