I finished Mrs. Fulton’s yard around two o’clock, crossed the street to the Kaminski’s, and went around back. No Eleanor. Maybe she was inside a...miring her big tits in the mirror, I thought. Like I wished I was doing. In the shed, the evidence of last week’s load had evaporated. I propped open the shed door for more light, gassed up their shitty Sears Craftsman mower, and by the time I brought it clattering out onto the lawn, Mrs. Kaminski was standing at the top of the back porch steps.She was. Some nights it would just hang between his legs and other nights it would stick straight into the air. She would imagine that she could suck it like her mom did and get the juice in her mouth. She watched her dad put his cock in her moms pussy and how much her mom loved that. Some day she wanted that cock in her pussy so she could love it. When she began to develop, things started to change in the bed. Her parents now had her sl**p naked between them. At night dad would now kiss and suck her. I could recognize three; they were from the same lodge. The cell was stinking with the smell of sweat and heat.Before the constable could speak, the Inspector dropped a bombshell. To my bad luck, it was 24 March 2020, the day the nationwide lockdown was announced due to the Corona virus threat.He said, “The entire country is under lockdown, except for a few services. I have orders to release the girls and drop them at their homes.”All cheered and were prepared to go, but the inspector grabbed. It meant being packed tightly into hot, humid buses that belched diesel smoke and other noxious fumes as they moved through the thousands of bicycles and the occasional automobile that seemed so out of place in this teaming metropolis. We were nearly exhausted and completely drained of body fluids by the time we climbed the stairs to her hot living quarters. It did not help that her place had been shut up for a day and a half. There was only a common bathroom on each floor and it reeked.