Lara was already engrossed again, flicking lightly over Freddie’s hypersensitive, lubricated corona with her hand that looked so small and delicate ...n proportion, while she slid her other one gently up and down the long, thick shaft.“God it is sensitive isn’t it?” she grinned. “It’s like my clit. I can feel you trembling and everything Uncle Freddie, a bit more or less depending exactly what I do. Fancy us being born with these bits that are just there, like, to make us feel amazing!”“Don’t. “What did I do?” I cried.“You don’t seduce other families,” he said. “We’ll talk about it when Carrie leaves.” He started to walk to the door, but turned around and told Carrie to put her clothes back on. Carrie looked over at me and saw that I was sad and scared. “Mr. Collens, Laura didn’t force us, I wanted my dad as much as he wanted me.The doorbell rang again.“Did he tell you that Carrie?” daddy asked.“When he came into my room last night he told me that he’d wanted to fuck me for a long. I stood up and put on my clothes. The cum in my underwear had dried and they were crusty and hard like plastic. I didn’t care. I didn’t ask Axel and Ludvig if they’d be back in Boston any time soon. I figured this didn’t need to happen again. I left the Airbnb and walked into the morning sunlight on the North End. It was cold out and I felt it even more because there was no hair on my body at all. Some people going about their morning routines stared at me. I knew I must have looked strange but. It was up to us the break ground, set the forms, pour the concrete and then we’d move on to do the same at another job. Trouble with this job is that we were so damned isolated there was nothing out there but snakes, cattle, and scrub brush. There wasn’t even water anywhere near the site so we had to make sure and bring plenty of water each day to work out in that heat. Our first job was to build an outhouse. Until then we just went out behind the trailer and took care of business. All of us.