? Now she finds her cooking won't either."Would you like dessert now, Master?" You made dessert?" Edward is now truly surprised.? "Just a small fruit ...salad. I didn't have time for more.? I'm very sorry you didn't enjoy your dinner, please punish me for not pleasing you properly." Anna begs him earnestly.Edward grins internally, here I was looking to punish her for being late, and she wants me to punish her anyway, simply because she thinks I didn't like it enough. This could go somewhere.? Let. Thankfully the two tow tractors had CB radios so we could all communicate as we went. It was a little bit of trouble navigating the long trailers down the path we were calling a road by now, but they were up to it. I was just glad I could keep my pole folded and have the easy drive.Before three we had the double-wide halves side by side and the task of joining them together again was underway. It wasn't really hard work for the men but it was tedious as hell getting them exactly right. I think. I came as he did, our family moans a chorus to the Gods that bless daughters whose birthright is borne for the pleasuring of their fathers, and in the morning, we met at the breakfast table, each pretending what the other did, never really happened.In the few months I had been there, I had blossomed as my body developed, my breasts, though small, were of sufficient shape and desirably, twin peaks adorned with cup-caked areola, typical for girls my age, hence my reluctance to wear a brassiere,. A poochy belly and then what I really wanted to see was her pussy. It was not hairy, not thick, it had a light covering of dark fur. Her lips were clearly visible. "Well you like what you see? That is some good pussy right there that woman knows how to fuck and take a load. You hair on your balls boy?" gramps asked. "Well yes sir" I replied. "Well have you been with a woman yet?" "Well almost sir, I have a girlfriend and we have messed around some." "Have you been with a woman, blown a load.