But then, Jennifer met the fucking Boy Scout.Oh, how Peter hated Mike Chancey. He suspected that the feeling was mutual; but Peter resolved to outlast...him. The engagement came as a shock and threatened to dash Peter's hopes, once and for all. However, the Boy Scout was either too clueless or too timid to try to exclude Peter from Jennifer's life. So, the game continued.Peter knew Jennifer was quite fond of him and perhaps even loved him—albeit as a brother. That wasn't good enough for Peter,. I had looked and fingered her insides many times before, but now her insides were something special to me. She would make a baby and that’s where it would start, with my penis in her vagina and with the baby coming out of her through there.The occasion was overwhelming and I could not control myself, I went down on her and spent ten minutes licking her wonderful opening, rubbing each of her labia between my lips and finally sucking her wonderful clitoris out of its sheath and licking it with my. .”I reached out and clasped his shoulder. “I hear these things happen when you get older.”He gave me a cold look. “You calling me old boy?”I shrugged. “I’m just saying, maybe you're working too hard. Take a break, go fishin…”Papa grunted. “Fishin, haven’t done that since...”I remembered the last time Papa went fishing. I was seven and he was gone a week, came back drunker than a skunk. Momma was so pissed that she made him split enough wood for three winters.“Well, we’ve plenty of firewood;. I heard Claire arrive through the basement tunnel. She came running upthe stairs and moved toward the front door with haste, calling out,"Sorry I'm late, ma! Please call pa and let him know I'm on my way!" Bythe time I managed to say "But, Claire--" she was already out the doorand down the street. I knew she was in for another change to the lifeshe knew. Her father could deal with this one.She breezed through the front door of the store, the tiny tinkling bellheralding her arrival, no doubt.