They were all anticipating the 13th birthday of the first group of children. There were no other boys for miles to consider as possible husbands. They...decided that the wives would take the cherries of the two boys who turned 13 and Pa would take the cherries of the four girls that turned 13.Annie's daughter was named Annabelle. Beth's daughter was Bettysue, Shelly's daughter Cindylou, and Robin's daughter Maryanne. The boys were Daphne's son Bubba and Kara's son JimmieIt was a momentous. It was bad enough to have sex with his own mother, but now his mother wanted something more. She wanted his girl friend too, wanted to explore the secret world of lesbianism with the little vixen whose wild romps she had observed on the beach.Terry still hadn't been told about Sheila's spying with the binoculars, but he knew that his mother had observed something on the beach, her knowledge of his activities with Wendy was so complete. He also knew that she had seen enough of Wendy to want to. “I was engaged three times. All three men, however, decided that I was too headstrong for their liking when I wouldn’t kowtow to them. I don’t care if I never marry as long as I can be who I want to be and not just a pretty face and obedient wife expected to do whatever I’m told without question,” she nearly shouted. Her hurt look multiplied when the girls started laughing but Ianthe jumped to her feet and hugged her.“They’re not laughing at you, I promise,” she cooed as she lovingly stroked. Stacie made a new friend, and we had an unexpected visit. First, the friend.Stacie returned from a shopping expedition. I was working upstairs in the office as was often the case when Stacie was out. I heard her cheerful voice on the intercom. "Darling, come down here, please. There's someone I want you to meet. Actually two someones."I came down the stairs. There was a baby stroller in the entry hall. Stacie called me from the living room. When I entered the room, Stacie came up to me and gave.