”“Isn’t it your fault,” her dad said?Gary half knew this would be a waste of time, “What has she told you?”“Don’t play the innocent,�... her father started, “you can’t lie to us.”“Lie about what,” he asked. “What has she told you?”“We know how you hit her and beat on her.”Pissed off, Gary responded, “You know that’s not true. I never hit her, or any woman. You really don’t know why we’re divorcing.”Her dad sat back, crossed his arms, and smugly replied, “OK Mr. McGowan, suppose you tell us.”Gary. The tears fell as I walked, and I berated myself over and over for telling him Id never been kissed. 40 years old and never kissed, I had to tell him what a freak I was, couldnt have just gone along with it. And then crying all over him… dear God, was there any way I could possibly have humiliated myself more? As I reached the flats I reached out to open the gate, then shrieked as a hand covered mine. I whirled around to see Connor standing behind me. I didnt mean to scare you Annie, but you. She kissed each on the forehead, said, “breakfast soon, sleepyheads,” and crawled off the bed. She’d kicked her pants and underwear off in the night and had to fish them out from under the covers.Both of her brothers still had their pants down around their knees, and she admired the way their penises looks so different in their soft states. Finch’s cock hung to one side, not large, but clearly bigger than his brother’s. Logan’s smaller, soft dick was just a nub, really, barely protruding over. John and Rebecca were sitting watching something on the TV, both shooting us some weird grins as we came out."Hour and a half shower ... how raunchy did you two get last night?" John said."Whatever," Jamie replied. "Have we ever complained about your romps?" No," they said simultaneously grinning ear-to-ear while trying to hold back from bursting into a fit of laughter."Then don't complain about ours." Jamie replied, punching John in the back. "OR ELSE!" Ok, ok ... god, you don't have to beat.