"Sensing an opportunity, I turned to Nana, "You can clean ME up..."She eyed me, considering. I could see thoughts flying through her brain. "How?" Wha...tever works." I'll ... get a rag..." She headed off.Marisol beheld me with laughing eyes. "You COULD have..." She'd been learning her lessons well."I didn't want her to associate my erection with feces," I replied, "Besides, I can't order her to do anything on my authority as her master because I am not her master -- I'm her guardian, just as I am. ” I didn’t want to think about that weird cult I ran into in Kansas. It creeped me out that there were people who worshiped me as a goddess.But they did have four cute virgins begging me to deflower them.“She is eager for it,” I said, moving my cock towards her pussy. I brought it to her snatch. “I guess I better pop her cherry.”“Yes, yes, yes!” Danika looked so much like Rosemary. I just had to imagine she was Rosemary. Fucking her sister had to be good enough. It had to satiate this mad lust. This was no way for a woman her age to be acting. She quickly took off the undergarments and started to throw them in the wastebasket. Yet something, something indefinable instead caused her to place them back in the drawer.All through dinner she sat watching her husband. At sixty-three he had lost a lot of his hair and his waistline was several belt notches larger than when they had first married. Donald was also diabetic and besides a rather strict diet he had been on insulin injections for. I'd go for a walk around our part of town, just aimlessly until the stress had gone. Then it would be back home and after a quick drink it would be back to the problem.In this instance I did the same thing, wandering up and down streets with my hands in my back pockets thinking of nothing in particular.My tranquillity was shattered by a shrill shriek."Jenny!"I looked in the direction the sound came from and saw two young girls, about seven or eight, helping what I presumed was their father.