“Well,” she said, eventually, “if I’m being honest, I suppose I was curious about his penis – especially when it got hard – and, sometimes... when he was asleep, I would move my body so that part of it was touching his penis, to try to make it hard.”“And did it?” I asked.“Not very often,” Stacey said, “but sometimes I did feel it – usually against my bottom – it was quite exciting ……”“I think,” I said, “Craig was probably not sleeping – at those times. Did you ever touch it – with your. He got really excited."Mother says, "Oh my God, I want you to stop doing things like that too. Anyway, why do you and Jason go out to the barn every day and spend about an hour there?"Jenny replies, "We feed the livestock and other chores."Mother says, "For some reason I suspect that you and him are doing more than just your chores together. Listen, I don't see why you should close the large sliding doors. Leave them open from now on and just close them at night. I want to be able to see from. You'd better get used to it. The other day when I went down on you, you left a puddle on the bed. What do you think that was? I'll tell you what it was. Your body was ready for sex. You were excited and your pussy was juicing up because it wanted cock. And you know why? Because I love you and I was making love to you. I find it beautiful. But not gross." Really?" Yes, really." Can we try it again?" Only if you'll let me brush my teeth and clean up a bit. And then we spend the time it takes to. "You mean it wasn't always just another day?" April asked."Oh no, once upon a time there was no alcohol sold on Sundays, and no one ever had a domestic issue on Sunday. It just wasn't done," Jason replied."Too bad I missed those days," April replied finishing her coffee.It was one of those evening when the day shift doctor and the NP had time to chat while they waited for an ambulance to come pick up an injured survivor of a traffic accident on hwy 90. He had a couple of broken bones in his.