Soon the sun had set, and it was time for supper.I had arranged the food on the dining ledge. It was time I had to call father to the dining chamber. ...t was a new feeling to have the same old bread with my father. I called him, and he walked into the chamber silently.His eyes stole glances at me as he sat down on the trunk. He was trying hard to pretend that it was casual, but he failed at it. He looked fine from the outside, but I knew the struggle within him as I was going through that. There was little doubt he worked out. He reached for a comb in a travel bag on the dresser and brushed back his locks, taking his time before turning and walking over to the bed.I couldn't help but stare and was startled when he half turned and asked, "My being undressed doesn't bother you does it?" When I wasn't immediately forthcoming with a response, he added, "I'm kind of used to shedding this business attire at home. But if it bothers you, I'll put something on..." he said looking back. That's except for the fact that your oestrogen levels are at thetop end of the range for a boy of your age, although not beyond it." So why do you keep asking me? You know I can't help it and the doc saysit will probably go away when I get a bit older!" I'm sorry, but you've been like this for three years now and, ifanything, it's getting even worse. I have trouble acknowledging that youare my son and I don't like it!" You don't like it? Well, I'm sorry about that, Dad. How do you think Ifeel. She was shocked for a few seconds and I made the best of it by giving her nice ass a good fondling."Mr Jefferson, please," she said, almost trembling."Please what, Mary, and why have you gone back to Mr Jefferson?" Please, release me. This is unseemly, even if I weren't a married woman," she said.She wasn't pulling away from me and I thought she felt good right where she was. What the hell, there was no law around anywhere and I knew good and well old Silas couldn't do a thing about it..