.. Can you come down with me, please?" Of course," I say, taking my sister's hand and leading her down thestairs, where the tiny girl giggles happily ...nd gives dad a long, tighthug." Easy, easy!" Dad laughs, before fixing me with a tired stare- a starethat's thankfully devoid of his earlier anger, but still lacking any ofthe love he used to have for me. Silently, mum head toward the kitchen,and I take her cue and follow her, letting out a long, pained moan as Isit down next to her."It's okay,. I had thought of buying him something, but you know how men are. They’re about as likely to open up about what sort of present they really want as they are to start menstruating. So they get ties. Serves them right. But yours truly put her little mind to it and came up with something, although it is not the kind of present you buy with a credit card, and it might well end up being a very big present for me. “Oh, no,” I told Patrick, “I’ve got a present I think you might enjoy.” Patrick looked. I swayed my hips from side to side to the music, brushing his face with my hair again while removing his belt and unzipping his fly. Difficult to do in any case and especially difficult given the tingles of pleasure emerging from my crotch. I pulled away from him whole keeping a firm grasp on the waist of his shorts and briefs. I pulled them to his knees as the huge penis I call ‘the beast’ sprung free, 11 inches of hard, uncircumcised glory. I had to stop dancing as I pulled them past his. .. We... I... We... slept in', she barely suppressed a giggle.'Slept in my foot', he thought. She said this every Saturday.He reached out to her with the boxes. He was about a foot taller than her and as she stepped forward to take the cakes he could see right down her cleavage. He glanced up and their eyes met. She knew what was going on alright. Of that he was convinced.She put her hands round the sides of the bottom box and pulled them towards her, causing the backs of his hands to press.