Let's just have a little walk."She placed my clothing back in place and looked at me."And where do we put your shit?"She giggled."There still ain't a ...toilet in here, so I guess I have to take it, just like last week."She put on her underwear."Now, drop the load in the back of my panties." If you like..."I put all the shit (it was still a pretty good load despite of the fact that something was already "used" at her butt and in my face) on one hand, then used the other hand to pull open her. "OK, Wes. You lead the way, I'll follow." Just don't try to change anything you don't understand and it'll all work out fine."About this time the girls came in the kitchen. Sam used the phone to tell her mother she was staying overnight.The three of us were sat at the kitchen table when Jaz and Dad walked in. Mom was getting a casserole out of the oven. Dad had a funny look on his face.Jaz yelled out "Hey Mom, what's the matter? You're walking like someone spanked you." Dad looked at Mom as he. I saw herlooking down at me with an unreadable expression. She stroked my face,and said sternly, "Shh, sweetheart. You were dreaming, but I want to keepquiet during the night. My work is very important, and I must be sure toget a good night rest. Sleep tight." She returned to her bed, and I triedto clear my head and get back to sleep.___The next several weeks were mostly the same routine. During the day, Icleaned the house and waited on Cassia. Often, she would come by toinspect or play with my. She looked like a wet dream come to life, sitting there as she was! ‘Do you mean to say,’ Jerry said, closing his eyes to the wondrous sight, ‘that if Tommy acted a little like me, and I a little like him…’ ‘Exactly,’ Jennifer said. ‘Well, what about my size?’ Tommy blurted out, looking a little red. ‘Your size is good,’ Yolanda said. ‘Not too much fat. You got lots of muscle there. Being, how you say, stocky, is not to say fat. Be more serious, and everything go ok for you!’ ‘Now,’ Jennifer.