I would look down, see a fat banana girth strumming her vigina and pull out to the very pink head, beneath briars, and push again, sliding my tapered ...hickening meat inside her to a breathy…“Ohh”“Ow”Her little baby in there squirming from little spear pokes.“How’s this” Said I bending even more for an upward thrustShe pulled me by my shirt into her mouth.“How’s this” she said, wry parted lips pulling me into a kiss. A sweet smile.“Better than daddies dick?”“Mmmm, Hmm,” a moaning smile through. We didn’t know it, but the family sponsored the local baseball team, footing the bill for their uniforms, equipment, and transportation. In those days, every town had at least one team, roughly similar to a single A team of the modern era. Games were huge draws on Saturday afternoons, people wearing their summer best as they rooted for the home team. Mr. Merchant, it seems, was a very good pitcher, but he only pitched as a reliever, leaving the glory to the ones who deserved it. There was even. I took Linda aside at some point and said, "Honey the next time you earn extra stokes while trying to save the life of either myself or one of your sisters, tell me. I am not that cruel"."Yes Sir. Sorry Sir. It is our job to put our butts on the line for the sake of our sisters".She had the same doubtful scared look that Paula had. I decided not to press her because conversations like this seemed to have the opposite effect than what I wanted. All she read was that I was upset, and she had. Then she looked back up with a little smile. ‘What sort of noises *would* you ask her to make?’ He looked back, very intently. ‘The ones she couldn’t help making.’ There was a pause, but she didn’t look away this time. He gave an almost imperceptible smile and nod. ‘I would ask her not to try to make any noises at all. Just to keep the thought in the back of her mind that it’s all right. That she has my permission, and my welcome, and that I will enjoy it and approve very much when she does..