Then there was the family outhouse. An outhouse, for those of you who don’t watch the old westerns or aren’t really into Americana, is an unheated...outdoor bathroom. Except for the flies, they weren’t all that bad during the spring, summer, and fall months, but during the long, cold winters, it got mighty cold out there. We didn’t get indoor running water until I was nineteen years old.There were eight of us living in that old farmhouse-four gal and four guys. Me, my mom, three of her sisters,. My cock was throbbing uncontrollably.I moved to her back again, pulled her ass cheeks apart, and started to rub her ass with my cock.Sonal: Waha nahi, Jaan, please. ( not there Jaan)Me: Just relax, babe, open it up for me.I poured more oil on her ass and slid a finger slowly inside her ass, getting it ready. I drenched my cock with more oil and started pushing slowly. She was a bit tensed up, and my cock won’t go in.Me: Relax, Sonal, let it go inside.Sonal: Please, aahista karna. ( Please do it. I told you to sit down on the shower tray & I watched as you folded your thick legs & obediently waited while I went back into the bedroom. Your eyes widened with fear as I brought in the bowl & you cowered back as I held it over your head. "Please don't!" You whimpered pitifully, but I hardened My heart & tipped a little golden liquid over you & watched it run down your long tresses & drip down your face. "It should have been....please don't Daddy!" I remarked in mock anger & I tipped a little. Shaking out her long flaming red hair she unbuttoned her shirt and let it slide to the floor, unhooking her white silk bra it slid down her long elegant arms landing next to her shirt. Her hand lazily traced from her throat to her navel, her pale skin dotted with freckles, her own green eyes looked back at her as she unbuttoned her skirt, pulling it and her panties off in one swift motion. Standing naked in front of the mirror all the old insecurities came back, too short, 5’5, too red, her red.