’ ‘My own good? Was sending Peter away for my own good as well?’ Arthur stared at his daughter in confusion. ‘Peter?’ ‘Withers. Peter With...rs, our blacksmith.’ ‘Oh.’ Her father looked away, striding over to the window. ‘That was necessary.’ ‘Necessary? Necessary to whom?’ Cassia moved next to her father, taking a deep breath to hold her anger in check. ‘Father, I’m eighteen years old. I have a right to make decision concerning my life.’ ‘And giving the most precious gift you have to a. "Waste Water Treatment Plant," he answered."How's it going, Jack?" the voice in the phone said. Jack realized it was Don Kutzley he was talking to."Pretty good," he said. "Plant's running smooth, right now." You got a few minutes so we can go someplace and talk?" Sure, Gary's here, he can keep an eye on things," Jack said. "I'll be right up." Not here," Don said. "Let's go someplace. I'll come down and pick you up." Whatever you say, Chief," Jack said, wondering what was up. "I'll be here."A. His eyes were flicking over my body taking in every detail, and i looked down and saw why he had been shy this last year. his cock which before had been wrinkled and small nestled in a sparse patch of blonde pubic hair (he was lucky and took after my mum) had grown considerably, and was now bigger than my fathers. as i looked it began to swell and lengthen rapidly and he tried to cover his growing cock with his hands, failing dismally as it gained full erection.he went bright red and stammered. I smoothed a hand through my fair hair and muttered to my reflection, “Lucky bastard,” and set off for the bedroom. When I entered, Gaynor had her back to me and was looking out of the narrow window. She leant with both hands on the window sill as I walked up and circled my arms around her waist and nuzzled the side of her neck. “Mmmm,” she said. “It looks a beautiful day out there,” and she turned to face me, raising her arms to drape them around my neck. “It is,” I said. “Shall we go out?”.