"A glass of freshly made lemonade Miss...? Sorry i don't think i caught your name I'm Thomas Addams!" Dawn Foster and I would love one if it's no both...r." "None at all!" as he excuses himself and goes into the kitchen. Returning with a tray of two glasses, a pitcher of lemonade, a bowl of sugar and two spoons. "I kind of like my lemonade tart, but not everyone does hence the sugar. Passing a glass to Dawn, she sips it and flinches. Taking the spoon she adds a teaspoon of sugar,stirring. As soon as she got to her room, she once again drew herself a bath, and just as she did the night before she fingered her pussy, but this time she kept special care to keep her moaning as quiet as possible. At some point in her self pleasuring she cried out the word whore a little too loudly and moaned a little too loudly when she came but nobody seemed to notice. The next morning, she put on the new habit her mystery admirer had given her and just as they demanded, she was completely naked. Every child is different. Some will never participate. Some may not end up participating until their upper teens or even into their twenties! Cathleen appeared destined to be one of the late bloomers, if you will.One evening when Cassidy and I were reading in bed, in came Cathleen. She said nothing and just hopped on the bed and told the TV to turn on to her favorite station. “TV on. Wildlife Channel.” Cassidy and I looked at each other, shrugged our shoulders and continued reading. We had read. Was she sucking the cocks of her sons? Or were they fucking her pussy? Maybe Yvette would go with her daughter too. Maybe she would get her husband involved too. She could just imagine Yvette’s family in a clinch like the one she could see in front of her. Maybe Yvette with one son’s cock in her ass, the other’s cock in her pussy, Yvette lapping at her daughter’s pussy, and her children taking turns sucking on their father’s cock until he finally came in one of their mouths.The only thing she.