Since the Fashion Gods have decreed that cigars are no longer smelly, cancer causing, evil and disgusting, we can be politically correct in imagining ...ur agent leaning back in an enormous chair, telephone in one hand and cigar in the other, with a client on the line. It might go something like this:"Good morning, George, how's life in the Big Yellow Box? Say, George, now that Santa is done with Dennis and you have your corporate feet wet in our lifestyle I got a couple ideas for you. You know. He tried to put up a brave front, ‘Hi munchkin. I didn’t hear you come down.’ Marion sat on the bench and rested her hand on her Dad’s shoulder, ‘Don’t fool around. Sorrel’s in trouble and you’re scared.’ He looked at his fourteen year old girl. ‘Where did she get all this maturity? One day she was a little kid, and now she’s a woman.’ He answered, ‘Remember when we said we were going to punish her? Well Mildred and my brother went ahead and put the plan in motion. They didn’t know we’d figured. Penny let out a cry as he came, as she actually felt the hot stream deep inside her. James had come inside her before but she'd never actually felt it. She pushed back on Joe's jerking penis as hard as what little strength she had left would allow but Joe was hardly moving now as the final spurts left him as the jerking subsided. He tried to push again but he had little strength left as his orgasm had completely drained his energy and he could feel his erection fading and slowly pulled himself. ..We spent the entire day in the pool, and my brother got out first. I followed about 1/2 and hour later. He had already taken a shower and was in his room with the door closed. I walked in (no, we never bothered to knock), and saw him with his dick in his hand. We had seen each other naked just about every day of our lives, so this was nothing new. I had seen him with a hard on, and he had seen me with one, no big deal. This time though, he was yanking and cranking on his dick while.