When all this had started, today, and she’d gotten to look at her daddy’s and brother’s cocks, they’d looked “wrong” somehow. She hadn’t...had time to think about that, until now. Her hand moved again and she saw what had been tight skin become loose and bunched, until it slipped over the plum-shaped tip and covered everything except that little slit.“What’s it called?” she mused to herself.“What’s what called?” asked her father.Her other hand reached and she felt satisfaction as her hypothesis. She was twenty-nine years old, slender with enticing curves, and had a sexy face.When she became Thaddeus Folk’s housekeeper, there were those in Centervillewho started to talk. But the appeal of Pastor Polk and of his oddly satisfying religion,which interpreted as the will of the Lord just about anything that a body wanted to do,was such that the gossips found they were talking only to themselves. Pastor Folk’slarge and growing flock weren’t listening. He had brought something new to the. There was silence for a couple of minutes as the two men glared at each other."The Family has a new head-cock huh?" He stepped back and sat down upon one of the wide logs about the gravel path. Tony was getting old, and he looked it. When Nolan didn't reply, Tony sighed and finally asked, "I want back in." It wasn't a question.Then he commented, "Do you know where Virginia is?"Nolan stole a look over his shoulder at Mary but she was staring at her feet."No? Well let me just tell you something. His hand stroked her cock underneath her yellow dress. His eyes locked onto hers and his lips opened.Stephie was on him like a Tiger. Her lips clashed fast to his and her tongue darted between them. They battled each other as their heads twisted and turned as their feverish kisses took hold. Mattea’s hand had risen beneath Stephie’s dress and was slipping effortlessly down her knickers; pushing them down as his hand descended further and further until they were around the tops of her thighs..