The public library had seen many people pass through its glorious marbled halls throughout the years. The people came and went. They were of all shape..., sizes, colors, and ages. Some were dreading their time among the rows and rows of books, and others stayed for hours, relaxing in the peace and quiet of the adult section on the second floor. Isabelle worked as a full-time librarian. The monotony of stacking books and selling those that were too worn to be borrowed again never discontented her.. I want to see if he gets a hardon in his pants and maybe I’ll be able to tell if it is a really big one like Mel thinks it is. I went to the kitchen and dad was, once again, sitting at the table reading the paper and drinking his coffee. I did pretty much of a repeat of last week doing my best to give him glimpses of my tits and ass. I still didn’t look at him as I did those things so I can’t be certain how much he saw or if he was able to resist looking. I was dying to know if he was. “Neither of us ever owned one.”“They mostly take care of themselves,” I said. “I’m more of a companion to them than anything.”“You’ll have to teach me,” she said.“How sleepy are you?” I asked.“Getting there,” she said. “Sex always winds me up a little bit, though.”She smiled shyly at me as she said this.“Well, are you done eating? Why don’t you come with me?”I went and got her shoes and helped her on with them after I put mine on. We put the dishes in the sink, and I took all of our towels and. Laughing at one of his stupid jokes, I leaned back to far and fell off the swing flat on my back. John jumped up and came to my aid, he sarcastically called me a dumb ass and reminded me swings don't have backs. I snapped back and called him an ass-hole as he helped me off the ground, I felt a flutter in my tummy when his hands wrapped around my arms. As soon as I stood up I slapped his arm and told him it wasn't nice to call girls names. John responded by grabbing my cheeks in his hand, he.