She started getting a little concerned that someone could see us in the kitchen or living room or maybe come home early. So, eventually it moved into ...y parent's bedroom. That was a little scary and exciting all at the same time. I was NEVER allowed in their room for ANY reason, but, she was in charge of me and I just followed her lead. Besides, it was warmer in there and I definitely felt more comfortable and at ease from that prospect. Much better than worrying about someone coming home and. Thus I was worked and raped as God intended. I bore children, and I read telegrams that claimed to honor their deaths.None of the widows of the township failed to warn their daughters against marrying a pig farmer. Nor did they need too. What daughter of women who had taken control of their destinies would suffer a stink filled life, to cleave unto a rare man their age. My son despaired to ever marry, three years after southern United States society, in 1867, considered him a man. I had made. Her nipples were hard and poking against the thin fabric of her nightgown. My cock was starting to throb again. I almost put my hand on it to squeeze it with my Aunt standing there, but I caught myself. I needed to get her out of my room so I could relieve the pressure in my balls. It was clear Aunt Bella wasn’t leaving right away. She walked over and sat on the edge of my bed."I'm sorry we worked you so hard, Sweetheart," she cooed softly, "Is there anything I can do? Should I rub some cream. Unlike those classical paintings where you barely see a trace of pubic hair on those buxom females, Marcie had a healthy swatch of chestnut brown bush, and the look of this wide triangle set in the middle of even wider hips was as breathtaking as I'd fantasized about all those years. Her thighs were creamy and breasts nothing short of luscious. She had huge silver dollar areoloas on soft hanging (but not saggy) breasts. There was so much woman (but actually fairly well proportioned) I didn't.