“That’s all?”“Yes,” I pout. “Why is it so funny?”“Because it’s nothing.”“It’s not nothing.”“I thought you were going to te...l me you were gay or something.” He laughs more and moves away from me to sit on the couch and keep laughing at me.“I didn’t know how you’d respond.”“To a nipple piercing?”“Yes.”“It’s not a big thing.”“Well, to some guys it might be.”“And you think I’m one of those guys?”“Well,” I hesitate. Carl is an incredibly understanding and compassionate guy. I knew he wouldn’t care. She was soaking wet, my fingers glided up and down it with ease. She tried to hide the expression on her face as she didnt want anybody to suspect what was happening. Rubbing her clit softly and in smooth circles i could feel her becoming more wet, i pushed two fingers inside of her pussy and massaged her G-spot whilst continuing to rub her clit with my thumb. Her hips gyrating and pushing herself harder onto my hand, she let out a quiet moan so she could hide what was going on from the others. She purred.Father's men had undressed him down to his frilly shirt and he lay on his back snoring and looking like a beached whale, his wrinkled privates hidden by his fat belly. The girl and I stood beside the high bed, looked at him and then at each other. "Perhaps," she sighed, "you will have to be his substitute. Can you do that? Do his duties?"She smiled and licked her lips as her hand came to fondle my bulging groin."I can but try," I whispered back as I set to unlacing her bodice."He. I've been talkin' t' herr, perr­haps she hearrs, perrhaps she doesna, bu' i' canna hurr'." You're right. Sometimes I sing to her, she used to like it when I did. I came to do it again. But you go on." Nae, 'tis yer gran'mitherr," said MacPherson. "Yer voice'll be fairrer t'herr than mine, an' besi'es me throa' is ge'in' drry. Ye si', an' I'll ge' a glass o' wa'err."Neither man met the other's glance as Igwanda took MacPherson's place and began to croon softly. As MacPherson helped himself to.