I watched my parents head indoors, holding hands as they went into the bathroom together.Jeff and I put out the fire, and then the three of us went in...o the cabin. I chuckled under my breath when I saw the bathroom door was still closed, and I could hear the shower running.In our room, we laughed and made a comment about our horny parents as we climbed into our beds. Jeff turned off the lamp, sending the room into darkness. As I curled up under the covers, I reached into my shorts and gently. Not to say that they didn’t have the usual childish arguments. Butall in all they seemed to be your ordinary young boys. They even sharedthe same bedroom like brothers of a close or same age would do. But Bradand Barry were not quite the ordinary boys. One day when the boys were about fourteen and their bodies were reallystarting to mature, Barry was out in the family garage just looking forsomething to do he was looking through some of their Dad’s tool chests hefound a very. After my husband and I separated I needed to find some work, and I was offered a position in my local video store by a man who was a friend of my fathers. When I was still a young girl, I used to call him Uncle, as most little girls do with men who come to their homes and he used to bring all the latest films for c***dren.Back then, just before I saw out my first decade, things were happening that I was not aware of sexually, especially when we were on our own, in truth I know know he was a. Bonnie moved, and behind her there was Delia, standing inthe doorway in her Sunday best dress and hat, looking at me calmlythis time, as if I were a problem she had solved. I suddenlyrealized that what she was looking at was her husband in a pinklace-trimmed nightie, with Bonnie in a short transparent nightiesitting in his lap, her ass and pussy pressed against his cock,apparently holding his head and maybe kissing his face. Dan looked at me and Bonnie with a slight smile. "Have fun, kids,".