"Call Tina." Then "Hi, Sis. Come over to Cindy's. She's got cookies. The door's open."Two minutes later Tina's at the table and Cindy's pouring her a ...lass of milk to go with the cookies."Cindy, dahlin', you need to stop this. My jeans're getting tight." One cookie won't hurt." Four might," Tina said.I giggled, shoving two more cookies at her. "You have one, here's two more. That's it. And treadmill tonight." Better ways to exercise than that stupid treadmill," Cindy laughed."Yeah..." Tina. ” “Very good, boy. Kneel up now and do it again.” Obeying Her command, i bobbed up only to relower my forehead to the floor by Her feet and repeat the abject lines. “Greetings, Mistress Erin. This boy humbly begs Your forgiveness for his impertinent behavior.” “Good. Again.” Again, i bobbed up and kowtowed back down, echoing the humble greeting and request for mercy. Mistress Erin had me repeat the proper greeting almost a dozen times until i became quite red in. As all of her friends went off to vacations she used to stay more time at the home and having chats with our stepmom as said earlier they both have almost same taste and became good friends. Due to which mom and I used to have oral sex in the bathroom while she was bathing as it would finish quickly. Due to this continuous suppression of my sexual feelings made me more craving for sex.So as days flew by one-day mom went off to buy groceries and then sis was using her phone and then she said. After the war, it was next to impossible to obtain a truck, or any kind or new vehicle. Herr Neiderhausen told me, because of the way they designed the car, it was perfect for hauling hay and cans of milk in the back of the automobile. That piece of information piqued my curiosity.Using my poor German and many hand gestures on his part, the farmer demonstrated how the driver sat out in the weather, and they built the back of the car enclosed. When I relayed that information to Dan, I thought he.