.. yer c.c.cock, ain't it?" That, s right, my dear. And what is this?" he asked as he put a finger between her labia."That's my ... my pussy." the gir... replied, blushing furiously."What else is it called?" Oh, Uncle Charley? You know. Do I hafta say it." Tell me, Sarah." It's my c.c. oohhh Geeze. I'm 'shamed to say it. It's my c.c.cunt." and as she said the word, she squeezed her eyes shut."And what would it be called if I put my cock in your cunt, Sarah?" Oh, Uncle Charley? What do you mean?. They went through usual foreplay that Doug had introduced to the village, and the novelty was enough to cause Cactus Flower's first orgasm of the evening. She had two more before Doug filled her with his jism and let out his own roar of pleasure. All four family members cuddled in the bed before the last one fell asleep.Doug took this opportunity of peace and plenty to introduce the community to the general use of soap. He had taught Evening Star how to make soap, and she was ecstatic over what. Marjorie, at least, was still “Teacher.” For example, Belle said, “Could you check the stove, Teacher? It needs to burn hot, and that means it needs to burn fast. If it’s burning up the sticks, can you find more?” Marjorie knew where the Warrens kept their firewood in the kitchen; she fetched more and threw one more substantial section of a branch on the fire.Deborah was “Dear.” “You can’t be modest, dear. There are only women here, and I have to see what is happening.” And she said, “Don’t be. We were both highly sex crazed, and I did agree with her about the nobility of trying to save a lost soul such as Toy. I mean that’s how she brought me to my senses. Sex, sex, and more sex! This was my chance to show Alysa that we didn’t need to keep Toy perpetually zoned to straighten her out. I had a better way, and wasn’t going to waste anytime proving it. I went back into the house and put my mask on, stripping off my clothes. I pulled on, and zipped up my black thigh highs. Oh yes!.