Harley seemed to age overnight and began to shut himself away. Mom and Grace would have none of that. They made a point of going over to make sure the...house was cleaned up twice a week and Harley was ordered to present himself at our table for breakfast and supper. On Sunday we’d pick Harley up and walk to Trinity for church services. When Spring arrived and the daisy’s bloomed Harley seemed to come around. Each evening he’d cut a daisy and after going to the candy store he’d cross the street,. I responded back with passion.My hands slowly moved up their legs until I was rubbing their cocksthrough their pants. I reached down and pulled down John's zipper andundid his belt. His pants slid off his legs and revealed his plaid boxershorts with his boner pressing against the fabric. I slowly ran myfingers up and down it, fascinated by how hard it was. Meanwhile, Davidhad slid his hand up my skirt and found my panties. He was rubbing mytiny stiffy through the fabric. His mouth had found its. Not in their styling, for men of different cities often wore clothes of varying cut, but in their color.They weren't the dark crimson of the Trader's Guild, nor yet the bright yellow of the money lenders. They weren't priestly green, or even the dull brown of the common citizen, the farmer and herder, that Orzad wore. Instead, they were of many colors mingled together without rhyme or reason. The deep blue reserved only to those of royal blood, strange shades of yellow, brown, and green, even. Her cunt tightened on his finger at this, and he bit down on her nipple again.She moaned and he knew she was close.He released the nipple, moved close to her ear and whispered, "Just how sweet does Peggy taste?"Kathy started to melt at his words and he compounded the situation by frigging her all the harder."Like it hard, baby?" YES!" She gasped."Want it harder?" YES!"He began to jackhammer his finger into her."THIS HARD?" YES, MAYBE EVEN HARDER!" You know I want to suck Peggy's twat, don't.