"Oh," she said. "So, you find me... attractive?"I bit my lip and didn't say anything right away, letting her dangle from the rope she had made for her...elf. "Because..." she said after a moment, clearing her throat, "I think you're a very attractive young woman, if I may say so." I smiled. "And you haven't even seen my pussy," I joked. She blushed. I sat up and turned towards her, lifting my legs up under my chin as I sat on the bench, knowing she could see between them that way. "I thought you. "That was so fucking hot!" I heard from someone behind me. I turned to see my two sons and two of their friends standing in the entryway. I was so embarrassed, on my knees naked, and my clothes on the floor near the front door. I couldn't even cover myself, not that I really wanted to. Apparently, they had seen most of my performance. With my date's hands on the side of my face over my ears, all I had heard was the slurping sounds of his cock slamming in and out of my mouth. I'm sure my two. I protested saying that I will go myself to the bathroom; she smiled at me and said “I was the one you taught you how to pee in the bathroom when you were just 2 years old, holding your small cock and assisting you to piss. I want to see how much of you have learnt now that you have a big cock of 7 inches and also want to see the force of your piss jet coming out of your penis hole.”Once inside the bathroom, she lifted the commode seat cover and holding my cock pulled my foreskin backwards and. He had fought in the war, rising to the rank of major in the Confederate States Army, and had returned home after Lee’s surrender at Appomattox to find his home destroyed and his family and the few remaining slaves – free men, now – scattered and struggling. By force of will he had pulled them back together and, after a few years in primitive conditions, eventually built the old log and timber farmhouse that Beth and her husband, Robert, now called home. To those former slaves that had been.