It's nothing I have not heard before. "I want my sons clean and free of disease. You know how many germs can gather in your prick and nuts area? I don...t care what the guys at school think, or what names they call you. You and I know you are a normal healthy boy." The k**s at school have been calling my boy queer and faggot and roughing him up a bit because of his shaved pubes, and also because he is not allowed to associate with girls. I don't allow my boys to speak to girls, as I know all too. The fifth pregnancy brought me five children ("Numbers 17 to21", three boys and two girls) and so it was clear to all village thatthe responsible for that large number of children was me and not myhusband. About that time, "Number One", who was then six years old,gave me a gift. He carved a stone into a female form with large titsand belly. I thought "Great, now I became some sort of fertilitygoddess!."My daring approach towards Doo and, principally, the fact that hecomplied, brought. He rechecks the weather report. It’s slightly changed, unfortunately, a little further north. Landfall maybe just 30 miles south. Really close.Down at the water, he finds her sitting on the sand. He brings her a towel as she stands up. Her butt covered in sand and little else. He checks around quickly and playfully sweeps the sand off her bottom with his bare hand.“Silly girl, no towel. And by the way, a reminder that that bikini stays here at my house when you leave. I don’t want your mother. Her fingers rubbed faster. Her whole body convulsed.All at once, she stopped with a heavy sigh. Her arms and legs fell limp."I need your help," Debbie said, panting. Her bare chest and thighs were covered with tiny drops of sweat. She raised her head."Why?" Pam said."I can't do it." Can't do what?" Make myself cum. I need your help."Pam glanced down between Debbie's legs, then up at her eyes. "What do you want me to do?"Debbie sat up, leaned back against the pillow, and spread her legs. "Touch.