"What's wrong, Alan? Why isn't it getting... hard?" She must've been desperate. This was the most explicit language she'd ever used."I don't know, hon...y," I responded, trying to sound flabbergasted.She went back to work, more determined than ever to get me hard. Again, with a Herculean effort, I resisted. Five minutes later, she paused again, frustrated and horny. She was becoming increasingly fidgety, desperate for cock."Well..." I began. She looked at me, begging. "... there is one... other. But it was his. “Not yet,” he muttered to his own thoughts. He needed to christen the place. Make his mark. He slipped his hand over his jeans and rubbed. He was already half hard. He smiled as he stroked his length through the fabric. Pausing to take something out of his pocket…. his wallet and , from that, a condom. At the sight of it, he felt his dick grow fully hard. Aching. Eager. And Ready. Something about condoms. The feel of the slimy latex on his dick. It made him so hot. Next he. ” Genevieve said, rolling her eyes just a little. That was a nice surprise sonce Genevieve was always one of the most quiet of the kids.Soon we all had the last of the cake and ice cream and I was sent into the family room to set up Monopoly while the girls helped clean the kitchen. I had taken out the packs of money. Each one had a name on it. That was how we kept track of how much money everyone had in the bank. The girls came out and found their money and we played until it was time to go to. Ok? You have our numbers on speed dial and your pepper spray is always within reach."Her baby blue eyes looked down at me in worry, her alabaster forehead scrunched up in concern as she gripped my shoulders."Yes, Mom, I'll be good and I have everything I need to be safe. I know the safety code off by heart, and the neighbours are close enough to hear me scream. Don't worry, everything will be fine Mom."I gave her a tight hug. Mom still seemed worried as she pulled away, her head turning over.